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?” Carter’s voice changed

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

Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy. Don’t you think you’re too

of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly

that, Carter

nothing

to speak

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

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

hanging up, but his hand felt as if it

Amelia, familiar with every

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

a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the

he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying,

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

girl. Honey, I’ll make you the most

longer handle it and hung up

dimmed screen of the phone with the corner

Amelia laid exhaustedly in Oscar’s embrace. Having calmed down from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung up the call

glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton,

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

his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I am to

be there anymore, you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s

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

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

out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her tone was no

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

“Mr. Clinton, has your conscience

fear you’ll feel

flushed unexpectedly, saying

her with a pampering gaze. “This

his embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she fell asleep

awoke the next day, she was lying on the bed alone. As soon as she tried to get out of bed, her overly-exerted

toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of

“Mr. Clinton, are you in

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