Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar turned around to examine Amelia’s now wet body, her dress clinging to her skin, highlighting her figure. His pupils dilated and he let out a low growl. He could feel the blood rushing to his nether regions.

Amelia noticed the change in his eyes. She smiled confidently and said, “Darling, you may not like me as a person, but you can’t seem to resist my body.”

Oscar took her in his arms and kissed her, pinning her against the wall. As their bodies meld into one, the pair then let their desires get the better of them.

An hour later, Oscar carried Amelia out of the shower and placed her gently onto the bed. He looked at her uncovered protruding belly and frowned. “Amelia, let’s go to the hospital.”

Amelia, who was already dozing off, was awakened by Oscar’s words. She looked at him. “Darling, what do you mean?”

“Why does your belly seem to be getting bigger? We should go get it checked.” Oscar was not stupid. He had been suspicious of her growing belly.

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. She smiled at him seductively. “Are you suspecting that I’m with child, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar nodded.

“If I am really pregnant, will you insist on an abortion?”

Oscar hesitated. As Amelia’s heart began to sink, he replied, “You can give birth to the child, but if we do get a divorce in the future, the child stays with the Clintons.”

Amelia was taken aback. She smiled and said, “If I give birth to a son for your family, do I get more benefits when we get a divorce?”

Oscar said, “If you give birth to a son, I’ll give you an extra ten million when we get divorced. It will be your compensation for severing all ties with the child.”

Amelia was unfazed. She simply walked over to the cupboard, put on a dress, and went back to the bed. She looked at Oscar and smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you’ve always been generous to your women. I’m heartened and thankful that you’re still willing to treat your possible ex-wife so well. It’s a pity that I’m really not pregnant. But if you’re really worried, we can go to the hospital.”

Oscar still had his doubts. “Are you really not pregnant?”

“If you don’t believe me, we can just get it checked to quell your suspicions.”

Oscar shook his head. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Amelia laughed. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading over to Tiff’s and may not be back tonight.”

Amelia pecked him on the cheek. “Bye, Mr. Clinton. I’ve satisfied your needs, so don’t miss me too much tonight. Well, if you can’t take it, feel free to meet Ms. Yard, although I just have one condition. Please don’t bring her back here. I don’t want the smell of other women in our house.”

Oscar grabbed her as she was about to leave. “Are you really not coming back tonight?”

head. “Be a good boy

from his grasp and drove

herself at home and got herself a drink from the fridge. She barely

at Tiffany strangely.

a glass of warm milk. “You’re pregnant, drink this instead. You shouldn’t be drinking cold

took the cup and sat on the

sat beside her.

replied

frame makes it less obvious, only a fool can’t tell that you’re pregnant. The

Of

choices. You can either give birth to the child, wait for the divorce and lose custody of the child, or you

want a divorce anymore. We’ve been married for four years but I

you think

actually has feelings for me, I’m willing to do anything to deal with Cassie. Unfortunately… I think it’s not worth it to change myself for a man who doesn’t love me

closer. “So,

head

Clintons have to

trust my lie. Out of everyone in the Clinton family, she treats me the best. If I could, I would never lie to

have you become

hasn’t opened his heart to me. Instead of

Do you seriously want

kept a straight face. She then changed the topic. “Tiff, do you know why I chose

“Newcomers in his company will have to go to Saspiuburg for eight months of training. Aside from being able to call home, employees are prohibited

“That’s

Amelia nodded in reply.

twisted. No wonder his

That was clearly not

you saying that you plan

Amelia nodded.

Oscar that you lost your brains. I didn’t expect that you already had everything planned out.

flatter me like that. I’m no strategist. If I were that smart, I would never have given

issue. Just go get your