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 in

you sure can hold your

yourself.” Carter returned the

do an all-nighter, Mr.

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

can’t hear you well. Can you repeat that?” The room was too noisy, and Oscar

is there so much noise

am in a bar,” Oscar replied

and I miss you. Would you come by

is also getting late. Don’t wait up. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow,” Oscar said after a moment of

well. No matter where you are, you will come running to

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

moment, then she sobbed,

wouldn’t want to distract me from work, would

the love of your life?” Cassie

Cassie. “Of course I still

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

scumbag, I think you deserved that,” Carter responded indifferently, leisurely sipping his drink as

But who are you to interfere

not want

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 to the

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, Amelia got

informed her of Oscar’s

to see Oscar and Carter together. She could not figure out how the paths of these two men crossed and why they ended up injured in a

for these two men. “The two of you fought?” she

complained, “Your husband was

the wound on his mouth. “How did you get hurt so

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

if not worse, than Oscar’s. She frowned slightly as she looked over

no big deal,” he assured her with