Too Much to Bear My Love

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

teeth in frustration.

belly and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone, “Mr. Clinton,

I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar replied

Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in

he asked, “What

to the hospital. Can I borrow yours

hesitated for a moment, then handed his phone to Amelia. “The password’s your

looked at him. She refused to

throat awkwardly, then said, “There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll

herself, “Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password?

divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would

I think I’ve really fallen for you. If I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with

it contained many photos of her, most of them taken when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had fallen asleep fully clothed. The photos of Amelia numbered more than a thousand in sheer variety. It was completely unlike the Oscar she

barely even recall

believed that Oscar liked her solely for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then

anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of her. It was like a carefully curated

realized with a start that there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots

she weighed Oscar’s phone in her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean

jolted Amelia out

across the screen. Upon seeing it, Amelia’s heart immediately

I went for a check-up with your secretary today. The doctor said that the baby’s very healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said that I’d be a model wife so

what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him,

moment. Then she retorted, “Why

buy food for me,” Amelia answered

no shame at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you

Shakily, she asked, “How did

you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to judge a gold-digger, but going for two men at the same

it’s your place to comment on the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants

to yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what,

her ground valiantly. “So what? At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t

were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He didn’t think you’d be bold enough to have an affair in your condition.

jaw. “Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else

for a reply, Amelia immediately

bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t know if

his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears from

up, brushing aside Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton,