You More than Anything in the World (Arissa)

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

grit his teeth in frustration.

eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone,

hang on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,”

Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in his

he asked,

me to the hospital. Can I borrow yours

then handed his phone to Amelia. “The password’s

to believe

You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.” He turned quickly

shock. She muttered to herself, “Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as

other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would

I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with

when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her

ahead. Amelia could barely even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in which Oscar had taken such

for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then what

that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her

photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the rest of Oscar’s

are of me. Doesn’t that mean

jolted Amelia out

flashed across the screen. Upon seeing it, Amelia’s heart immediately

crept into her voice. “You promised

With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out to buy food for me. I’m afraid he just

moment. Then she retorted, “Why are you answering my

food for me,” Amelia answered

at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in

she asked, “How did you know about the

told me. Oz said you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s

grip on the blanket tightened. “Ms. Yard, I don’t think it’s your place to comment on the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants to divorce me.

snickered. Keep lying to yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No

valiantly. “So what? At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress

said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t

nothing else

for a reply, Amelia

a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t know if

bags and pulled a chair over. He

gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you