Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 107

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 the grievances and anxiousness

a little more careful? It doesn’t matter if we might get a divorce in the future, but for now, I am still your wife. I don’t wish to be a widow that early,

whether to

safe and sound, aren’t I? Why are you

“If you talk nonsense again, I’ll be really

It seemed that the longer they spent time together, the harder it was for him to let go of the woman, whom he always thought was but a

Oscar home. After entering the house, she asked,

came up to the dining table and opened the food cover. Once he saw the dishes, his eyes glinted

you prepare all

and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold.

hugged her from behind before he gently nibbled on her

her

is injured. Behave yourself.” Amelia said as she pushed him

smile and replied mischievously, “I’m just hugging you. Why? Did you

him but couldn’t conceal

a shower now. I’m going to heat

kissed her cheek once before letting her go and going

came to the dining room, she observed his right arm. When she saw that the bandage wasn’t wet, she heaved a

questioned her,

off if you keep poking it. Aren’t you worried that I’ll look like a piggy if

to take you in except me. So, you

rolled her eyes at him and

if I’m a pig, you’ll be a

making jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking

rendered speechless

beauty like me be described

injured right arm, making him grit

offend women because we

did not know whether to laugh or

Then, she lifted her glass

moment, Oscar lifted and clinked his

of the 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

that even though the food was not as good as the ones prepared by Molly, it

her as a gold digger. Now that he slowly accepted

his heart, he felt that his home was almost perfect, for

he felt that life was

in thought, he said lovingly,

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

in the car, Oscar hadn’t called her “Honey” again until

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

having a nice moment here, why are you still

said

quirked up, his mood brightened

call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar

asked bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did

almost choked on the soup

“You’re really…”

tongue out playfully and added, “Well, Mr. Clinton, you can’t blame

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