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.

don’t you find this

and I are married. This is only natural. If Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t

go overboard, Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy. Don’t you think

her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly trying to get between

Carter quietened

there’s nothing

like to speak to Amelia. May

understand as a man. It isn’t convenient for her to answer your call right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side of the phone, but she was gradually overwhelmed by Oscar’s persistence. The couple indulged against each other’s

phone, Carter’s expression turned

hand felt as if it was

made more efforts to please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot

out a moan—one that was definitely heard by Carter’s

phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from Oscar and

up until he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love

passion, Amelia answered distractedly, “I love you so much, Darling.

a good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the most

it and hung

phone with the corner of his

down from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that

glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton, did you do that on

to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I

and landed a punch on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do

bit on it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more

time comes for us to get divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by you then!” Amelia angrily

lightly stroked against her back and said, “Be good and sleep. As long as you’re willing to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t chase you

“It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her

the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone,

him strangely. “Mr. Clinton, has

fear you’ll feel

unexpectedly, saying

stared at her with a pampering gaze. “This woman… Since

she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she fell asleep in a matter

on the bed alone. As soon as she

floor and headed toward the

door. “Mr. Clinton,

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