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.

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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? I would love for

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

of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet

that, Carter

Scott, if there’s nothing

like to speak to Amelia.

for her to answer your call right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the

ambiguous noises coming from the phone, Carter’s expression turned sour

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

please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot on her

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

phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The

hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love

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

make you the most

handle it and hung up right

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

it all ended, 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 while they were doing the

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

covet my woman. Shouldn’t

landed a punch on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I am to face

there anymore, you’re more than

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

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“It turns out it’s all thanks to my

her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate

strangely. “Mr. Clinton,

merely fear you’ll

flushed unexpectedly,

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

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

awoke the next 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

toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of water flowing

door. “Mr. Clinton, are you

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