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.

don’t you find this childish?”

Mr. Scott would like to eavesdrop on us, I wouldn’t mind. Aren’t you good friends with Amelia? I would love for her

a toy. Don’t you think you’re too hurtful speaking this

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 troubled you’ve been causing

that, Carter

Scott, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang

like to speak to Amelia.

her to answer your call right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning

turned sour and nearly threw the

but his hand felt as

efforts to please Amelia, familiar with

to hold back any longer, Amelia let out a moan—one that was definitely

phone call. His face was pale as the veins on his hand bulged. The unending scandalous noises

hoarse voice

Amelia answered distractedly, “I love you so

a good girl. Honey, I’ll make you the

no longer handle it and

the dimmed screen of the phone with the corner of his eye, his gaze flashing with a

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

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

to covet my woman. Shouldn’t I do something

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

lightly bit on it and said, “If you can’t stand to be there anymore, you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s only natural for

divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by

matter whether or not we get divorced, I won’t chase you away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife,

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

against the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone, “Wanna take a shower?

strangely. “Mr. Clinton, has your conscience

merely fear you’ll feel

flushed unexpectedly, saying in

her with a pampering gaze. “This woman… Since you’re tired,

embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she could depend on, she

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

on the floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound

the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you in