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?”

moment, tears welled up in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all the

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

did not know whether to laugh

still safe and sound, aren’t I? Why are you trying to cursed

it,” Amelia said. “If you talk nonsense again,

particularly cute. 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

asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you want to take a

to the dining table and opened the

you prepare

but I made the roasted rosemary chicken myself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold. So why don’t you take a shower first? I’ll heat the food

Oscar suddenly hugged her from behind before he

of her ear turned

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

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

him but

now. I’m going to heat the

before letting her

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

questioned her,

teasingly, “Mr. Clinton, my nose might fall off if you keep poking it. Aren’t you worried that I’ll

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

rolled her eyes at him and rebutted,

pig, you’ll be

into laughter once he finished. He’s good at making jokes now. Should I compliment

was rendered speechless

like me be described

right arm, making him grit his teeth in

offend women because we are

did not know whether to laugh or cry at

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

next moment, Oscar lifted and

chicken onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about three hours.

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

Amelia did cook before, he didn’t care about her back then as he treated her as a gold digger. Now that he slowly accepted her as his wife, his impression of

he felt that his home was almost perfect, for

first time he felt that life was satisfying and complete because of having

was deep in thought,

She stopped moving her hand and

heart-to-heart talk in the car, Oscar hadn’t called her “Honey” again until now. She felt a warm feeling surging through her

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

why are you still calling me

chuckled and said as

his mood

call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever

she asked bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did you

choked on the soup

“You’re really…”

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

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