Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 78

Amelia hid the disappointment in her eyes and said, “Alright, sleep. Mr. Clinton, do you require special services tonight?”

Oscar’s gaze flickered, wrapping his arm around Amelia’s waist to lift her, and kicked the bedroom door open. With the back of his foot, he kicked the door close after entering the room and speed-walked to the bed, plopping himself over her.

He lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, before getting to her lips. When he attempted to go lower, her phone—which had been in the discarded bag on the bed—rang.

“Mr. Clinton, the phone,” Amelia said.

Oscar continued with his assault of kisses, confident that the ringing would stop soon. Who knew as soon as the phone stopped ringing, it started ringing again. Amelia struggled against him and repeated, “Mr. Clinton, the phone!”

His eyes flashed with annoyance, and he bit on her neck lightly. “Call me darling, and I’ll go grab it for you.”

She glimpsed at him strangely, which caused his eyebrow to twitch. “You refuse? Then we’ll continue.”

Listening to the unstopping ringtone, Amelia obediently said what he wanted to hear.

Oscar lifted a hand to lightly spank her before getting up to get her phone. “We’ll get you settled in a bit.”

However, when he glanced at the phone’s display, the smile on his face faltered in an instant, and he quickly rejected the call.

“Who called, Mr. Clinton?”

“Wrong number.”

Amelia didn’t seem to care. Oscar originally wanted to place the phone back, but it rang once again. She glanced at him weirdly before reaching for the phone. “Such trivial matter, let me handle it, lest it annoys you.”

Oscar took a brief gander at her before accepting the call.

A gentle voice sounded. “Amelia, are you home?”

Oscar squinted. This man indeed hasn’t given up. He could woo any woman in this world, and he’s decided he wants mine.

“Mr. Scott, if you’re so bored, go to sleep. For an unwed man to keep calling my wife, you must know that I have the right to sue you for harassment.”

Carter Scott’s tone remained unchanged as he responded, “Mr. Clinton, you think too much. If you’re all home safe, then I won’t bother any longer. I’ll hang up now.”

“Hold up, Mr. Scott. What’s the hurry?” Oscar said deliberately. “Don’t you wanna know what Amelia and I are up to?”

Having said that, Oscar planted a deep kiss on Amelia’s cheek. The loud sound it produced was certain to have traveled through the phone.

you find this childish?”

natural. If Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good friends with Amelia? I would

go overboard, Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy.

feelings, you wouldn’t be calling her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living

that, Carter quietened

nothing else, I’ll hang

to speak to Amelia.

the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side

noises coming from the phone, Carter’s expression turned sour and nearly threw the phone in his hand

knew he should be hanging up, but his hand felt as if it was being controlled by someone else,

please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot

any longer, Amelia let out a moan—one that was definitely

on such a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The

Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love me, and you won’t love anyone

you so much, Darling. You’re the only man I love

good girl. Honey, I’ll make you

longer handle it and hung up

the phone with the corner of his eye, his gaze flashing with a touch of

rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung up the

angrily. “Mr. Clinton,

to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I do something about

boss. How do you suppose I am to face him tomorrow after what

bit on it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s only

the time comes for us to get divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by

Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t chase you away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife, would I

all thanks to my child.” Her tone was

tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone, “Wanna take a shower? I’ll

him strangely. “Mr. Clinton,

merely fear

face flushed unexpectedly, saying in

pampering gaze. “This

she could depend on,

day, she was lying on the bed alone. As soon as she tried to get out

picked up the discarded shirt on the floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound

the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you

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