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.

that, they took turns to down glass after glass and finished the few bottles in no time. They held their drinks well

you sure can hold your

bad yourself.” Carter returned the

do an all-nighter, Mr. Scott?” Oscar started pouring for Carter

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

well. Can you repeat that?” The room was too noisy, and Oscar was

is there so much noise

am in a bar,”

Would you come by to spend time with us?” Cassie

up. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow,” Oscar said

where you are, you will come

this fuss and go to bed. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow.”

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

am with my business associates. You wouldn’t want to distract me from work, would you?” Oscar tried to keep his cool and

the love of

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

at Carter as he wiped his face dry. “You better have a good reason for doing this, Mr. Scott.

responded indifferently, leisurely

yes. But who are you to interfere

who loves Amelia and would not want to see her get hurt,”

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 separate the two furious men. The fight ended

and Carter were influential bigwigs, the police did not make things difficult for them. They were allowed to summon their lawyers to

who informed

pregnant Amelia came to the police station. She was surprised to see Oscar and Carter together. She could not

these two men. “The two of

“Your husband was bashed. Can’t

sounded harsh but was still gently examining the wound on his

noticed Amelia only had eyes for Oscar. “I am sorry, Amelia. I was too hot-headed and picked a fight with Mr. Clinton. I am to be blamed,”

They were as bad, if not worse, than Oscar’s. She frowned slightly as she looked over his bruises. “Carter, your injuries look

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