Chapter 147 Why Are You Crying

Oscar tilted Amelia’s chin up, forcing her to face him. When he saw her reddened eyes, he anxiously asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Amelia shook her head frantically and said, “My tear glands seem to have gotten more active lately, it is perhaps because of this pregnancy. I find myself tearing up at every little thing. Mr. Clinton, you won’t mock your wife for being a crybaby, will you?”

Oscar’s heart melted at Amelia’s undue concern. The more he came to know Amelia, the more enchanting he found her to be. She’d completely shed the frigid, temptress-like appearance of yore. All Oscar held before him now was a vulnerable young woman wanting only to be loved.

He took Amelia into his arms. Oscar found himself floundering in the depths of his affection for her. Struggling to regain control of himself, Oscar gruffly said, “Don’t be silly. You’re good at coming up with nonsense.”

Leaning her head against his chest, Amelia’s lips curled up into a smile. With a look of immense contentment on her face, Amelia said softly, “How I wish time would stop right now.”

Oscar heard only a vague mumble. He looked down at her fondly, asking, “What did you just say?”

Amelia shook her head, snuggling further against him. She then asked thoughtfully, “How’s Ms. Yard doing?”

“She hasn’t awoken,” Oscar replied.

Amelia bit her lip. Reluctant to ruin the magic of that moment, she decided not to pursue this unsavory matter. Let me bury my head in the sand a while longer, Amelia thought wistfully.

Destiny, however, was not on their side. Just then, Amelia and Oscar’s phones rang simultaneously. They glanced at each other. At last, Amelia said ruefully, “Mr. Clinton, it looks like we are not meant to have sweet moments together.”

Oscar whipped out his phone. Elizabeth’s name flashed on his screen. Beside him, Amelia was receiving a call from Tiffany.

She inhaled deeply, then answered the call. Tiffany instantly launched into an interrogation, and demanded, “Babe, where are you now? Are you all right?”

“Tiff, I’m fine. I was talking to Oscar. I’ll head downstairs once I’m done,” Amelia replied patiently.

Tiffany let out an audible sigh of relief.

“That old woman isn’t making things difficult for you on purpose, is she?” Tiffany fumed.

“It’s just Oscar and me now,” Amelia informed her.

Tiffany wasn’t too pleased with Oscar, but ultimately she wanted Amelia to have a blissful marriage. Oscar was the only one who Amelia loved, and they were about to have a child together. For all these reasons, Tiffany still hoped for Amelia and Oscar’s relationship to flourish.

Marriage, after all, was a sacred union.

Tiffany was a novelist and naturally had her own views of love and marriage. She hadn’t been in many relationships, but she knew she should not be a catalyst in encouraging Amelia to break the marriage vows. Most important, Tiffany was reluctant to see Amelia end up in a divorce, and that superseded her personal views and dissatisfaction toward Oscar. Being a single mother was like walking an unbeaten path and not every woman could handle the challenges that came along. It was a terribly lonely journey, which included shouldering the responsibility of raising a child alone while living with the bitterness of a failed marriage.

“Have a good talk with Oscar then. Don’t throw tantrums at him,” Tiffany gently chided in a motherly tone.

concern. However, she merely ribbed Tiffany, “Didn’t you say that you’d come to fetch me the moment it reached the

immediately come and get you with no questions asked. There’s no way

for her moved Amelia. I’ll never be able to find a friend who cares for me this much! Amelia thought

the line, unaware of the wave of gratitude washing over Amelia. “Have

Amelia hung up the phone, then turned towards Oscar

that it must have been Elizabeth or Cassie on the

vanished, and his

Amelia asked, “What’s

Oscar replied

Yard doesn’t see you, she’ll start to overthink things. She just had a miscarriage, and I’ve heard from more experienced elderly that women who have been through that are as weak as those who’ve

gazed intently at Amelia. The look of vulnerability in her eyes was quickly replaced by a determined strength that shone through. Oscar had been married to Amelia for five years, yet the magnitude of her

place in Oscar’s heart. Not only did Amelia make his heart flutter, but he’d also yearned many times to

had never gotten involved with any other women. He thus had no proper frame of reference to decide whether the affection that Amelia

was a more violent urge than anything that Oscar

pushing me to another woman? Aren’t

“Ms. Yard met you earlier than I did, and I was always a substitute anyway. I don’t think I have the right to

eyes darkened with the

cheeks hard. His grip left a

disbelief. She turned to Oscar with a look

faint smile appeared on Oscar’s lips. He found Amelia’s

why I pinched you?”

while looking at him like an idiot. She hadn’t quite recovered

be as jealous as

even

her mind around it. In truth, Amelia tried hard to not misinterpreted what

Amelia’s face, then gave out a low laugh. “You silly woman,” he said

Amelia remained frozen.

woman,” Oscar repeated. “Don’t pretend to be so generous in the future. I’ll actually

could sense the change in Oscar, but she was afraid that it was merely a whim. She could not permit herself to be entirely committed, fearful of taking the plunge only to discover that there was nothing beneath to catch her. Who knows if

home with Tiffany first and have a good rest,” Oscar said tenderly. “I’ll make a trip home tomorrow.

her heart

nodded eagerly, then said, “I’ll get Molly to prepare something

I haven’t eaten with

you come home, I’ll personally cook a few dishes for you.”

all the way to the elevator. After Oscar sent

the time Oscar pushed open the door of the hospital room, the smile on

Cassie attempted to yank it off, but that hand was connected to an IV drip. The furious swinging

is here now. Be

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