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.

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

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

stopped Oscar

around, he asked, “What is

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

his phone to Amelia. “The password’s your

at him. She refused to

a look if you’re bored. I’ll be

looking at his phone in shock. She muttered to herself, “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 of hope that raises in me?

want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would take her baby away regardless of what he had

I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship

surprise that 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

even recall when these moments had taken place, let

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

was willing to bet anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of

there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of

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 lives together,

jolted Amelia out

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

across the line. “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

almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly,

Then she retorted, “Why are

buy food for me,” Amelia

at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as to stay with Oz?” Cassie said

paled. 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 gold-digger, but going for two men at the same time? That’s remarkably greedy, even by your

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

Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the one who’ll

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

made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant.

nothing else to say to me,

for a reply, Amelia

from the door with the

holding on 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

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