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.

his teeth in frustration.

her belly and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in

hang on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,”

Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in his

around, he asked,

to the hospital. Can I borrow yours

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

at him. She refused to believe

cleared his throat awkwardly, then said, “There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.” He turned quickly on

care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what

complete turmoil. On the one hand, she didn’t want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually 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 you, not just a transactional

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 knew to have so many photos

Amelia could barely even recall when these moments had

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

bet 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

start that there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the

have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too

call jolted

Upon seeing it, Amelia’s heart

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 I won’t

her lip with such fury that it almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out

retorted,

food for me,”

was even documented in a few photographs, how can you

Shakily, she asked, “How did you

the one who told me. Oz said you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to judge a

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

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

wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t think

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. Cheating was a

her jaw. “Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say to me, I’ll be hanging

a reply,

few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket

to his bags, Oscar approached Amelia only to be greeted by her tear-stained face. Taken aback, Oscar hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears from her cheeks.

Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the food yet?