Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 107 Oscar Met An Accident

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?

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?” The next moment, tears welled up in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all the grievances and anxiousness that she kept bottled up were released. “Mr. Clinton, although you might

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 of the woman, whom he always thought was but a money-digger. Amelia drove Oscar home. After entering the house, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you want to take a shower first?” Oscar did not reply to her. Instead, he came up to the dining table and opened the food cover. Once he saw the dishes, his eyes glinted while his heart melted. “Did you prepare all these?” “Molly helped me a lot, but I made the roasted rosemary chicken myself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold. So why

yourself.” Amelia said as she pushed him away gently, feeling embarrassed. Oscar put on a smile and replied mischievously, “I’m just hugging you. Why? Did you imagine something else?” Amelia glared at him but couldn’t conceal her embarrassment. “Go take a shower now. I’m going to heat the food.” He kissed her cheek once before letting her go

or else I might abandon you at any time.” She rolled her eyes at him and rebutted, “You’re the piggy here, not me.” “Well, if I’m a pig, you’ll be a sow.” Amelia almost burst into laughter once he finished. He’s good at making jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking a new achievement? Nonetheless, she was rendered speechless by the word “sow.” How can a beauty like me be described as a sow? Amelia retaliated by patting on his injured right arm,

wine, she cut some of the roasted rosemary chicken onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about three hours. Mr. Clinton, you should try it.” When Oscar took a bite, his first thought was that even though the food was not as good as the ones prepared by Molly, it still tasted heavenly because it was cooked by Amelia herself. Although 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

felt a warm feeling surging through her once she heard it. “Mr. Clinton, you…” “We’re having a nice moment here, why are you still calling me Mr. Clinton?” She chuckled and said as he wished, “Darling.” Instantly, Oscar’s lips quirked up, his mood brightened by a tonne. “From now on, you have to call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar commanded in an overbearing tone. Glancing at him sideways, she asked bewilderedly,

“Well, Mr. Clinton, you can’t blame me for thinking that you’ve changed your gender. After all, you’re acting so….” You’re acting so weird today. Amelia dared not speak her mind, for he was sitting in front of her. “What’s with how I’m acting?” He asked, following her train of thoughts. However, she merely shook her head and lowered her gaze, pretending to have her soup. Meanwhile, Oscar couldn’t help but look at Amelia with affection. “Am I a horrible monster? Why aren’t you looking at me?” Oscar questioned. After hesitating for a few seconds, Amelia looked up at him and said with a smile,