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.

glass and finished the few bottles in no time. They

sure can hold your liquor,”

too bad yourself.” Carter

do an all-nighter, Mr. Scott?”

and just as the two raised their glasses to toast, Oscar’s phone rang. He picked the call, but before he can utter a word, Cassie can be heard beseeching, “Oz, I miss you. Our baby misses you too. Please come visit us at the Yard

Can you repeat that?” The room was

so much noise in the

a bar,” Oscar replied

baby and I miss you. Would you come by to spend time with us?” Cassie

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

not love me anymore? Before I got pregnant, you said you will treat me well. No matter where you are, you will come running to me when

Maybe the liquor was taking effect on him. “Cassie, stop this fuss and go

went silent for a moment, then she sobbed, “Oz, you don’t

You wouldn’t want to distract me

of your life?”

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

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 for doing this, Mr. Scott. Otherwise, I will come after

deserved that,” Carter responded indifferently, leisurely sipping his

are you to interfere in my personal

Amelia and would not want to see

that hit a raw nerve. Oscar pounced on Carter, waving his fist right into Carter’s face. Carter was taken aback momentarily but recovered swiftly and fought back with a vengeance. The bar’s security staff struggled to

Oscar and Carter were influential bigwigs, the police did not make things difficult for them. They were allowed to summon their lawyers to assist in settling the case.In the meantime,

policewoman, who informed her

could not figure out how the paths of these two

“The two of you fought?” she asked, looking down

up to her and complained, “Your husband was bashed. Can’t you comfort

gently examining the wound on his mouth. “How did you get hurt so badly?” she lamented when Oscar let out a

for Oscar. “I am sorry, Amelia. I was too hot-headed and picked a fight with Mr. Clinton. I am to

Carter’s injuries. They were as bad, if not worse, than Oscar’s.

was consoled by her concern. “It’s no big deal,” he