Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 78

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

If Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good

person, not a toy. Don’t you think you’re too hurtful

considering her feelings, you wouldn’t be calling her in the middle of the night. The two of us are living our lives peacefully, yet

Carter quietened

there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up

speak

The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side of the phone, but

noises coming from the phone, Carter’s expression turned

up, but his hand felt as if it was being controlled by someone

more efforts to please Amelia, familiar with

let out a moan—one that was definitely heard

was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from

from obsessive-compulsive disorder, still hadn’t hung up until he heard Oscar’s hoarse

answered distractedly, “I love you so

make you the most blissful woman in

no longer handle it

corner of his eye,

calmed down from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung up the call while they were doing the

at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton, did

trying to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I

on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How

her hand, he lightly bit on it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more than welcomed to

be swept out the door by you then!” Amelia

sleep. As long as you’re willing to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t chase you away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife, would

thanks to

talking nonsense again.” Oscar flicked against the tip of her nose, speaking in

“Mr. Clinton, has your conscience

merely fear you’ll

unexpectedly, saying in frustration,

gaze.

snuggled into his embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she fell

As soon as she tried to get out of bed,

headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of

door. “Mr. Clinton, are you

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