Too Much To Bear My Love

Amelia hid the disappointment in her eyes and said, “Alright, sleep. Mr. Clinton, do you require special services tonight?”

Oscar’s gaze flickered, wrapping his arm around Amelia’s waist to lift her, and kicked the bedroom door open. With the back of his foot, he kicked the door close after entering the room and speed-walked to the bed, plopping himself over her.

He lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, before getting to her lips. When he attempted to go lower, her phone—which had been in the discarded bag on the bed—rang.

“Mr. Clinton, the phone,” Amelia said.

Oscar continued with his assault of kisses, confident that the ringing would stop soon. Who knew as soon as the phone stopped ringing, it started ringing again. Amelia struggled against him and repeated, “Mr. Clinton, the phone!”

His eyes flashed with annoyance, and he bit on her neck lightly. “Call me darling, and I’ll go grab it for you.”

She glimpsed at him strangely, which caused his eyebrow to twitch. “You refuse? Then we’ll continue.”

Listening to the unstopping ringtone, Amelia obediently said what he wanted to hear.

Oscar lifted a hand to lightly spank her before getting up to get her phone. “We’ll get you settled in a bit.”

However, when he glanced at the phone’s display, the smile on his face faltered in an instant, and he quickly rejected the call.

“Who called, Mr. Clinton?”

“Wrong number.”

Amelia didn’t seem to care. Oscar originally wanted to place the phone back, but it rang once again. She glanced at him weirdly before reaching for the phone. “Such trivial matter, let me handle it, lest it annoys you.”

Oscar took a brief gander at her before accepting the call.

A gentle voice sounded. “Amelia, are you home?”

Oscar squinted. This man indeed hasn’t given up. He could woo any woman in this world, and he’s decided he wants mine.

“Mr. Scott, if you’re so bored, go to sleep. For an unwed man to keep calling my wife, you must know that I have the right to sue you for harassment.”

Carter Scott’s tone remained unchanged as he responded, “Mr. Clinton, you think too much. If you’re all home safe, then I won’t bother any longer. I’ll hang up now.”

“Hold up, Mr. Scott. What’s the hurry?” Oscar said deliberately. “Don’t you wanna know what Amelia and I are up to?”

Having said that, Oscar planted a deep kiss on Amelia’s cheek. The loud sound it produced was certain to have traveled through the phone.

this childish?” Carter’s voice changed

would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you

Amelia is a person, not a toy. Don’t you think you’re

Scott, you love joking too much. If you’re truly considering her feelings, you wouldn’t be calling her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living

that, Carter quietened

there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up

to speak to Amelia. May

you’ll understand as a man. It isn’t convenient for her to answer your call right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was

noises coming from the phone, Carter’s expression turned sour and

felt as if it was being controlled by someone else,

made more efforts to please Amelia, familiar

longer, Amelia let out a moan—one that was definitely heard by Carter’s

time eavesdropping on such a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from Oscar

until he heard Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love me, and you won’t love

answered distractedly, “I love you so much, Darling. You’re the only man

I’ll make you the

handle it and hung up right

dimmed screen of the phone with the corner

from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung up the

glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton, did you do

to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I do

raised her hand and landed a punch on his chest. “Carter’s my boss.

it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more than

for us to get divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by you then!”

and said, “Be good and sleep. As long as you’re willing to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t

own belly and said bitterly, “It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her tone was no longer as gentle as

nonsense again.” Oscar flicked against the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone, “Wanna take a shower? I’ll

him strangely. “Mr.

fear

face flushed unexpectedly, saying

stared at her with a pampering gaze. “This woman… Since you’re tired, let’s sleep

if she’d found the harbor she

alone. As soon as she tried to get

the

knocked on the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you