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 childish?” Carter’s voice changed

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

not a toy. Don’t you think you’re too hurtful speaking

you’re truly considering her feelings, you wouldn’t be calling her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly trying to get between us. Have you

that, Carter

nothing

like to speak

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 lips wantonly, neither

expression turned sour and nearly threw the phone in his hand

up, but his hand felt as

Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot

hold back any longer, Amelia let out a moan—one

such a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from Oscar and Amelia sounded ear-piercing and offensive to

hadn’t hung up until he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you

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

a good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the

it and hung up right

phone with the corner of his eye, his

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

“Mr. Clinton, did you do

trying to covet my woman.

“Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I

anymore, you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s only natural for

I’ll be swept out the door by

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 away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife, would I possibly let the mother of my child sleep on

her own belly and said bitterly, “It turns out it’s all thanks

speaking in

strangely. “Mr.

merely fear you’ll feel

unexpectedly, saying in

at her with a pampering gaze. “This woman… Since you’re tired, let’s

embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she

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

shirt on the floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing

on the door. “Mr.

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