Too Much To Bear My Love

It took Oscar over two hours before he returned from the meeting. The moment he opened the door, he saw Amelia huddled up on the couch, sleeping like a child. The photo frame on her seemed like it was going to fall. His heart melted when he saw this adorable sight of her. He strode over to put the photo frame away, but his actions woke her instead.

When Amelia opened her eyes to see that it was Oscar, her hands naturally circled around his neck. Then rubbing her face against his, she mumbled, “When did you come back?”

It seemed that Oscar enjoyed her intimate actions. He chuckled. “I just came back. You were sleeping like a kitten, so I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to carry you inside to sleep, but since you’re awake now, I won’t.”

Still smiling, Amelia buried her head in the crook of his neck. “When did you learn how to be nice to others, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar did not ask her to move away to her surprise; instead, he let her continue for a while before voicing, “Have a meal with me later, okay?”

Snapping her head up, she cast a curious glance at him. “Mr. Clinton, you never bring me to any gathering.”

“Why can’t the meal be only the two of us?”

to ask—why are you in such a

we husband and

heart skipped a beat, shocked at those

you really see me as my wife?” Amelia stared at him

aren’t you

until he sent her to hell with the next words he uttered. “But we’re divorcing

the bitterness away, Amelia smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’ve asked me to come for a meal and to sign the divorce papers at the law

“As for the divorce papers, a lawyer will

that signing the divorce papers was a matter of

look at her with a sharp gaze, Oscar asked, “Are you that eager to divorce

means by the guilty is the

continued holding onto Oscar’s neck as she muttered, “Mr. Clinton, aren’t you accusing me of it even