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.

Clinton, don’t you find this childish?” Carter’s voice

and I are married. This is only natural. If Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good friends with Amelia? I would love for her to share such matters with

Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a

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 get between us. Have you thought about how

that, Carter

nothing else,

to speak to Amelia. May

said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller

the phone, Carter’s expression turned sour and nearly threw the

knew he should be hanging up, but his hand felt

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

let out

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

Oscar’s hoarse voice saying, “Honey, say you

so much, Darling. You’re the only man I love

Honey, I’ll make you

no longer handle it and hung up

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

exhaustedly in Oscar’s embrace. Having calmed down from the passion, her rationale returned as well, eventually recalling that they hadn’t hung

Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton, did you

my woman.

hand and landed a punch on his chest. “Carter’s my boss. How do you suppose I am to face him tomorrow after what

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

I’ll be swept out the door by

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

thanks to my child.” Her tone was

Oscar flicked against the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare,

strangely. “Mr. Clinton,

fear

flushed unexpectedly, saying in

gaze. “This woman… Since you’re tired,

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

soon as she tried to get out of bed, her overly-exerted muscles weakened, causing her to nearly slip

and headed toward the bathroom, hearing

“Mr.