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

us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good friends with Amelia? I

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

night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly trying to get between us. Have you thought about how troubled you’ve been causing her

that, Carter

Scott, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang

to speak to Amelia. May

was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side of the phone, but she

phone, Carter’s expression turned sour and nearly

be hanging up, but his hand felt as if it was being

to please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot on

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

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

suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, still hadn’t hung up until he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying,

the midst of passion, Amelia answered distractedly, “I love you so

good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the most blissful woman in

longer handle it and hung up

phone with the corner of his

Having calmed down from the passion, her rationale returned as well,

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

trying to covet my woman.

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

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

us to get divorced, I’ll be swept out the

to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I

and said bitterly, “It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her tone was no

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

him strangely. “Mr. Clinton,

merely fear you’ll feel

face flushed unexpectedly,

pampering gaze. “This woman… Since

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

day, she was lying on the bed alone. As soon as she tried to get out of bed, her overly-exerted muscles weakened, causing her to nearly slip and

floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of water flowing with every

on the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you

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