Too Much To Bear My Love

“Oscar Clinton, how shameless can you be?” Carter sarcastically asked.

“What is causing you such great angst, Mr. Scott? Sex between a married couple can’t possibly be called shameful, can it? Don’t tell me a grown man like you is still a virgin!” Oscar teased.

Carter took a sip of alcohol to mask his sorrow.

“Mr. Scott, this bar is famous for its beauties. All it takes is a snap of your fingers, and they will flock to you.” Oscar continued to push him.

Carter just quietly drank his liquor, lost in thoughts.

Oscar lifted his glass and started drinking too. For a rare moment, a sense of peace prevailed.

Finally, Carter broke the silence. “Mr. Clinton, please treat Amelia well. She had a hard life. Outwardly, she may seem to be fearless, but she has a really kind and gentle soul. If you are the one she loves, I am willing to retreat and watch over her from a distance.”

Oscar was tickled. “Mr. Scott, are you playing the role of a melodramatic second male lead?”

Carter was not disturbed by Oscar’s comment. “The male lead usually has affairs with different women while the second male lead is destined to watch over the heroine. If Amelia is meant to be the female lead of this drama, then I will willingly take the supporting role. I will do anything so long as she can be happy.”

Oscar laughed out loud. “What a passionate man you are, Mr. Scott. Unfortunately, this act does not sit well with me. You should be grateful I am not bashing you up for eyeing my woman.”

Carter can only put on a miserable smile. He composed himself and said, “Mr. Clinton, how about we reconcile and enjoy a drink together?”

“Reconcile? Were we ever in conflict, Mr. Scott?” Oscar questioned.

Carter was caught off guard. “No. No conflict at all. Everything happens for a reason. Let’s drink to our acquaintance!” He laughed it off.

Oscar summoned the servers and asked for the best booze they have. He mixed the different booze, creating a potent cocktail. “The whole idea of drinking is to get high. You wouldn’t mind this, would you?” He challenged Carter.

One can never show any sign of weakness in the face of their competitor. Carter took a glass of the cocktail and downed it. “Impressive! Come, have another,” Oscar urged.

“Shouldn’t Mr. Clinton have one yourself?” Carter countered.

Oscar took a glass and did a bottoms-up too.

“Well done, Mr. Clinton,” Carter reciprocated.

the few bottles

Scott, you sure can

too bad yourself.” Carter returned

drinking partner. Shall we do an all-nighter, Mr. Scott?” Oscar started pouring

He picked the call, but before he can utter a word, Cassie can

Can you repeat that?” The room was

are you? Why is there so much

a bar,” Oscar

baby and I miss you. Would you come by

now. It is also getting late. Don’t wait up. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow,” Oscar

are, you will come running to me when I need you. Now you use work as an excuse to

flustered. Maybe the liquor was taking effect on him. “Cassie, stop this fuss and go to bed. I will

moment, then she sobbed, “Oz, you don’t love me

wouldn’t want to distract me from work, would you?” Oscar tried to

I am still the love of your life?” Cassie sought

to sweet-talk Cassie. “Of course I still love you, Cassie. Now, go to bed,

he ended the call, his face was splashed with liquor. Once he recovered from the shock, he glared at Carter as he wiped his face dry. “You better have a good reason

deserved that,” Carter responded indifferently, leisurely sipping his

nodded. “Well, yes. But who are you to

would not want to see her get hurt,”

face. Carter was taken aback momentarily but recovered swiftly and fought back with a vengeance. The bar’s security staff struggled to separate the two furious men. The fight ended with a trip

make things difficult for them. They were allowed to summon their lawyers to assist in

policewoman, who informed her of Oscar’s

Oscar and Carter together. She could not figure out how the paths of these two men

men. “The two of you fought?” she asked, looking down at the pathetic

looked up to her and complained, “Your

Amelia sounded harsh but was still gently examining the wound on his mouth. “How did you get hurt so badly?” she lamented when Oscar

Amelia. I was too hot-headed and picked a

than Oscar’s. She frowned slightly

concern. “It’s no big deal,” he assured her with a