Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

down at her, picked her up, and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. He lowered

his broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I’m

liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning

in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction. I’m not delusional. I love your money, you enjoy my body, and occasionally I’ll help you to get rid

to pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her face. “That’s good

of fatigue. The thought of dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go

warning, gently placing her on

later when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy panting gradually slowed down

scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in her