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

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 her

Mr. Clinton. Amelia is a person, not a toy. Don’t you think you’re

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 her to

that, Carter

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

speak to Amelia. May

right now.” Having said that, Oscar kissed Amelia right on the lips. The latter was resistant in the beginning due to the caller on the other side of the phone, but she was gradually overwhelmed by

Carter’s expression turned sour and nearly threw the

felt as if it was being controlled by someone

to please Amelia, familiar with every single sensitive

Amelia let out a moan—one that

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

hoarse

of passion, Amelia answered distractedly, “I love you so much, Darling. You’re the only

you the most blissful woman

longer handle it and

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

down from the passion, her rationale

glared at Oscar angrily. “Mr. Clinton,

trying to covet my woman. Shouldn’t

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

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

divorced, I’ll be swept out the door by you

back and said, “Be good and sleep. As long as you’re willing to come to Clinton Corporations, no matter whether or not we

“It turns out it’s all thanks to my child.” Her

again.” Oscar flicked against the tip of her nose, speaking in a rare, considerate tone, “Wanna take a shower?

glanced at him strangely. “Mr. Clinton, has your conscience

fear

face flushed unexpectedly, saying in

pampering gaze. “This

his embrace. As if she’d found the harbor she

bed alone. As soon as she tried

up the discarded shirt on the floor and headed toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of water

the door. “Mr. Clinton, are you in