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.

you find this childish?” Carter’s voice changed

eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t

Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy.

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 our lives peacefully, yet you’re stubbornly trying to

Carter

there’s nothing else, I’ll hang

speak to Amelia.

lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the

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

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

made more efforts to please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive spot on her

longer, Amelia let out a moan—one

a situation, especially through a phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises from Oscar and Amelia sounded ear-piercing

Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you love me, and you won’t love anyone else except

so much, Darling. You’re the only man

good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the most blissful woman in

longer handle it and hung up right

at the dimmed screen of the phone with the corner of his eye, his

her rationale returned as well, eventually

glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton,

covet my woman. Shouldn’t I do

on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I am to face him tomorrow

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

be swept out the door by you

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 I possibly let the mother of my child sleep on

belly and said bitterly, “It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her tone

tip of her nose, speaking

at him strangely. “Mr. Clinton, has your

merely fear you’ll

face flushed unexpectedly, saying in frustration,

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

she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she fell asleep in

she awoke the next day, she was lying on the bed alone. As soon as she tried to get out of bed, her

and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of water

“Mr. Clinton,