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.

find this

course not. Amelia 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

go overboard, Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a

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

Carter quietened

nothing

to speak to

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 resistant in the beginning

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

should be hanging up, but his hand felt as if it

efforts to please Amelia, familiar with

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

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

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

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

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

handle it and hung up

the corner of his eye, his gaze flashing with a touch

the passion, her rationale returned

“Mr. Clinton, did you do that

trying to covet my woman.

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

you’re more than welcomed to Clinton Corporations. You’re my wife. It’s only natural for you to work in your own

for us to get divorced, I’ll be swept

lightly stroked against her back 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 chase you away. Even if I don’t regard you as my wife, would I possibly let the mother

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

against the tip of her nose, speaking

him strangely. “Mr. Clinton,

merely fear you’ll feel

face flushed unexpectedly, saying

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

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

soon as she tried to get

floor and headed toward the bathroom,

“Mr. Clinton, are you