Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 40

Cassie did not know what June was thinking about. After exiting the hotel, she closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze as she thought, June can still blackmail me. If he uploads it on the internet, not only will my reputation suffer, but I’m afraid Oscar won’t love me anymore.

No. I’ve spent far too long to finally know which man truly treats me well. Back then I was too young, and that’s why I betrayed Oscar once. Now, I won’t let Oscar go anymore.

The relationships she had with other men were not long-lasting; Oscar was the only one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. There was no way she was going to let Oscar go anymore.

After taking in a deep breath, she took out her phone to dial the number she memorized by heart. Once the call went through, she sobbed, “Oz, is that you? I’m feeling down. Can you come and keep me company for a while?”

To her surprise, Oscar was not the one who picked up the call; it was Amelia. “I’m sorry, Ms. Yard. I’m Amelia, his wife. I think you should call someone else if you’re feeling down. It’s best not to pine for a man with a wife. You’re from a wealthy family, so I’m sure no one in your family has taught you to become someone’s mistress, right?”

Cassie paled. As there was no one around her, she dropped the act. “Where’s Oscar? Why do you have his phone?”

Amelia chuckled. “Ms. Yard, that’s funny. Oscar’s my husband. If I don’t have his phone, who else would? Ms. Yard, if there’s nothing else—good day.”

“Get Oscar to pick up the call.”

“He’s in the shower.”

“Tell him about the call when he comes out.”

“Ms. Yard, are you drunk? Are you asking me, his wife, to ask her husband to call you? I think you’re a little too naive for your age, Ms. Yard.”

“Amelia, you’d better not push your luck. Don’t assume that I don’t know Oscar and you had a marital agreement. You’ll be divorcing him soon. Stop hoarding a title that doesn’t belong to you.”

“So what if it’s a marriage with a contract? I’m his wife right now. Once I’m pregnant with his baby, Ms. Yard, there’ll be no place for you in our family.”

Cassie’s expression darkened.

“Amelia, aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell Oscar what you said?”

“The Ms. Yard I know likes to pretend to be innocent and weak, so I don’t think she’ll talk behind people’s backs. After all, she’s the kind who tries her best to leave a good impression on guys. No woman who likes to talk behind others’ backs will be liked by men.”

At that, Cassie ended the call.

Amelia stared at her dimming screen, a sneer emerging on her face. “How wild mistresses are nowadays. I can’t believe she’s actually confronting the actual wife and thinks she’s right. How shameless.”

Then, Amelia deleted the call history and leaned back against the headboard as she read her novel. When Oscar came out from the bathroom in a robe, she put down her book. Noticing how damp his hair was, she pulled open the drawer and took out a hairdryer.

“Come here. I’ll dry your hair for you.”

Hearing her, Oscar walked over.

As she dried his hair for him, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, you weren’t out today for business matters, were you?”

As he enjoyed her gentle actions, he replied truthfully, “I went to meet Cassie.”

“Mr. Clinton, you’re quite honest. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll feel upset hearing that?” Amelia murmured.

married. Why would you

moment, Amelia paused in her tracks. With a quiet, bitter laugh, she thought, This must be the difference between

atmosphere turned

about to put away the hairdryer after drying his hair when he grabbed her hand and asked,

you

him, his pet should be obedient,

“What’s with that tone?”

hand and muttered, “Mr. Clinton, could you let go of my hand

questioned, “Tell me. Why are you

about another woman in front of

Oscar frowned.

in love with

quite reach her eyes, Amelia answered, “Mr. Clinton, this has nothing to do with love. This is about possessiveness. No pretty woman would like to hear a man praising the beauty of another woman in

odd glance, Oscar asked, “What’s

pang of agony to Amelia’s heart. He’s really hurting me

Let’s sleep,” she said instead. Pulling the blanket higher, she shut her eyes

turned her around and persisted, “What’s wrong with you? You’re

Amelia shook her head.

period so I’m in a

your period supposed to come in

when you’re in negotiations,

knitted into a

with

grinned. “What do you want me

stared at the bare-faced Amelia, his heart skipping a beat. She was too much like Cassie, but at the

would still want to have her. Yet, without makeup, she seemed less aggressive and much softer. If he were to stare at her, he would

moment, it was as if someone had whisked Oscar’s heart away, and he found himself in a daze as he gazed at

Amelia’s voice brought

cleared

pointed at

nose subconsciously before asking

whose call are

up on checking his phone as he

said, he lay down

you going to call Ms. Yard? What if

“Sleep. It’s late.”

continued fearlessly, “Mr. Clinton, you don’t need to care about how I feel. Call her quickly. Didn’t you say you love her? How

to pin her under him, Oscar’s magnetic voice traveled into her ears. “Are you complaining that I’m too

Clinton. I’m just kindly giving

her parting mouth. Then, without any hesitation, he undid her pajamas,

so exhausted thereafter that fatigue overcame

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