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?”

welled up in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all the grievances and anxiousness that she kept bottled up

get a divorce in the future, but for now, I am still your wife. I

whether to laugh or

I? Why are you trying to cursed me

you talk nonsense again, I’ll be really pissed

down, Oscar felt that the way Amelia was bickering with him looked particularly cute. It seemed that the longer they spent time together, the harder it was for him to let go

the house, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you want

and opened the food cover. Once he

you prepare all

but I made the roasted rosemary chicken myself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes

Oscar suddenly hugged her from behind before he gently nibbled on her earlobe. “You’re

of her ear

is injured. Behave yourself.” Amelia said

mischievously, “I’m just hugging

but

I’m going to

once before letting her go and

dining room, she observed his right arm. When she 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 bandage

and questioned her, “Don’t you have some trust in

and said teasingly, “Mr. Clinton, my nose might fall off if

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

rolled her eyes at him and rebutted, “You’re

if I’m a pig,

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

was rendered speechless by the

me

right arm, making him grit his teeth

Clinton, never offend

not know whether to laugh or cry

filled up their glasses. Then, she lifted her

next moment, Oscar lifted and clinked his glass

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

took a bite, his first thought was that even though the food was not as good

a gold

felt that his home was almost perfect, for he had a wife and

he felt that life was satisfying and complete because of

was deep in

stunned. She stopped moving her hand and gazed at him with a shocked

called her “Honey” again until now. She felt

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

a nice moment here, why are

said as he wished,

quirked up, his

and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?”

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

on the soup upon hearing

“You’re really…”

Clinton, you can’t blame me for thinking that you’ve changed your gender.

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