Too Much to Bear My Love

Amelia nodded in response.

“You don’t have to worry because Mr. Clinton’s injury is not severe,” the head nurse comforted her.

“Where is he now?”

“The doctor is bandaging his wounds now, so he should come out once it’s done. Don’t worry.”

Amelia finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“You seem to be a little pale-faced now. Why don’t you sit on the chair and take some deep breaths?”

Amelia nodded and said, “Ma’am, I’m sure you’re busy with your work. It’s okay, I’ll wait for him here.” She then took Oscar’s phone from the nurse.

“Alright, I’ll get going, then. Mr. Clinton will come out and see you once the doctor has finished tending to his injuries.”

Right after the head nurse left, Amelia leaned against the wall feebly like a punctured balloon. The moment she relaxed, she felt a slight abdominal pain.

She gasped for air slowly until the pain subsided.

Then, she caressed her belly and said lovingly, “Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I was too nervous just now.”

After sitting outside for nearly ten minutes, Oscar finally came out from the ward with his arm covered with thick layers of bandage.

Immediately, Amelia came up to him and asked nervously, “Darling, are you okay? Are any of your bones damaged?”

Seeing how sincere and worried she was about him, Oscar felt touched and replied, “It’s not that serious, just some minor injuries on my right arm. Don’t worry too much.”

However, Amelia’s heart wrenched whenever she looked at his bandaged arm. “How did the accident happen?”

Oscar wrapped his hand around her waist and said, “Let’s go. I’ll explain it to you at home.”

Although Amelia followed him obediently, she couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “It was a car accident, right? Who caused it, and who was the victim?”

Since Amelia dwelled on it, Oscar decided to give her a short explanation.

After getting off work, Oscar wanted to rush home to have dinner with Amelia. On his way back, a Tibetan Mastiff suddenly rushed to the middle of the road, causing him to jerk the steering wheel before crashing the car into a big pot of flower at the roadside.

Amelia was both amused and wrought with worry by the story.

“Mr. Clinton, it seems like you’ve encountered some rare sight that would only happen once in a hundred years. What more can I say? Amelia continued, “Anyway, how are you going to work tomorrow since your right arm is injured?”

“Well, it’s just a minor injury. The doctor purposely put extra layers of bandages to prevent any sequela because he knows me. Besides, since my bones are fine, I can still touch you. So wait for me tonight. I’ll make sure that you can’t get out of bed the next day.”

Amelia was rendered speechless by his words. How is he still in the mood to joke around?

She rolled her eyes at him and deliberately patted on his injured right arm. Immediately, his face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Hey woman, are you trying to murder your husband?”

She replied cheekily, “Didn’t you say you’re fine just now? I’m just trying to examine if you were telling the truth.”

He glanced at her and said, “Aren’t you a little heartbroken seeing my hand is injured?”

After falling silent for a while, she lowered her gaze and said in a deep voice, “If I didn’t feel heartbroken, I wouldn’t even be here when I heard that you met an accident.”

Oscar was touched by her response. He took her into his arms and said, “Did I worry you that much?”

in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all

we might get a divorce in the future, but for now, I am still your wife. I don’t wish to

whether

aren’t I? Why are you trying to cursed me

talk nonsense again, I’ll

down, Oscar felt that the way Amelia was bickering with him looked particularly cute. It seemed that the longer they spent time together,

drove Oscar home. After entering the house, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you

he came up to the dining table and opened the food

prepare all

good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold. So why don’t you take a shower first? I’ll heat the food up in

hugged her from behind before he gently nibbled

her ear turned red

yourself.” Amelia said as she pushed him away

put on a smile and replied mischievously, “I’m just

but

shower now. I’m going to heat the

cheek once before letting her go

saw that the bandage wasn’t wet, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Here I was, worrying that you wouldn’t know how to keep your

her, “Don’t you

Clinton, my nose might fall off if you keep poking it. Aren’t you worried

in except me. So, you really have to please me, or else I might abandon you

rolled her eyes at him and rebutted,

a pig, you’ll

he finished. He’s good at making jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking

she was rendered speechless by the

me be described

by patting on his injured right arm, making him

Clinton, never offend

whether to

them sat at the dining table, Amelia opened a bottle of 1982 wine and filled up their glasses. Then, she lifted her glass and said, “Mr. Clinton, let us toast to your safety. It’s a blessing from God that you’re safe and sound

next moment, Oscar lifted and clinked his glass

wine, she cut some of the roasted rosemary chicken onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about three hours. Mr. Clinton, you should

was that even though the food was not as good as the

about her back then as he treated her as a gold digger. Now that he slowly accepted her as his wife,

perfect, for he had a wife and a child, who would

was the first time he felt that life was satisfying and complete because

he was deep in thought,

holding the ladle, was stunned. She stopped moving her hand and gazed at him with a shocked

Oscar hadn’t called her “Honey” again until now. She felt a warm feeling surging through her

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

having a nice moment here, why are you still calling

and said as he wished,

Oscar’s lips quirked up, his mood brightened by

now on, you have to call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar commanded in

him sideways, she asked bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did you change

the soup upon hearing

“You’re really…”

tongue out playfully and added, “Well, Mr. Clinton, you can’t blame me for thinking that you’ve changed your gender. After all,