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 the grievances

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,

did not know whether to laugh

Why are

it,” Amelia said. “If you talk nonsense again, I’ll be

bickering with him looked 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 shower

did not reply to her. Instead, he came up to the dining table and opened the food cover. Once he saw the dishes, his

you prepare all

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 up in

behind before he gently nibbled on

of her ear turned

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

replied mischievously, “I’m just hugging you.

him but couldn’t conceal her

a shower now. I’m

kissed her cheek once before letting her go and going

food. Once he came to the 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

gently poked her nose and questioned her, “Don’t you have some trust in your

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

if you really become a piggy, no one is going to take you in except me. So, you really have to

eyes at him and rebutted, “You’re the

pig, you’ll

at making jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking a

rendered speechless by the

a beauty like me

retaliated by patting on his injured right arm, making

delightedly, “Mr. Clinton, never offend women

not know whether to laugh or

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

moment, Oscar lifted and

onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about

though the food was not as good as the ones prepared by Molly, it still tasted heavenly because it was cooked by

as a gold digger.

home was almost perfect, for he had a wife

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

in

was stunned. She stopped moving

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

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

here, why

and said as he

lips quirked up, his mood brightened by

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

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

choked on the soup

“You’re really…”

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