Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 91

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

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

on. I’ll go and buy it for you

stopped Oscar

he asked,

I’m bored. I didn’t bring my phone with me to

for a moment, then handed his phone to Amelia.

refused to believe

inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.”

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

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

If I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my

a single blanket covered

even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in which Oscar had taken

that Oscar liked her solely for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then what could explain this stash

her would not possess so many photos of her. It was like a carefully curated gallery

that there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the rest of Oscar’s photo album was

incredibly perturbed. As she weighed Oscar’s phone in her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too much? Why can’t we spend the rest of our

call jolted Amelia out of

Upon seeing it,

“Oz, 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 blame you this time. Oz, the

drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms.

a moment. Then she retorted,

went to buy food

at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs,

“How did you know about

by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s

even paler. Her grip on the blanket tightened. “Ms. Yard, I don’t think it’s your place to comment on the kind of woman I am. Even if

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

still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed

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

“Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else

a reply, Amelia immediately ended

Oscar returned with a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door

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

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

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