Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

teeth

and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone, “Mr.

buy it for you now,” Oscar replied

cry stopped

around, he asked, “What

with me to the hospital. Can I borrow

handed his phone to

to believe that that

“There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be

for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what kind of hope that raises in me? What if I can’t bear to let

to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually

want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with you, not

album. As she scrolled through it, she realized to her surprise that it contained many photos of her, most of them taken when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had fallen asleep fully clothed. The photos of Amelia numbered

could barely even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in

If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however,

anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of her. It was like a carefully curated

barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the rest of Oscar’s photo album was practically a shrine to

she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too much?

incoming call jolted Amelia out of

flashed across the screen. Upon

her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said that I’d be a model wife so I won’t blame you this time. Oz, the baby and I

blanket. She bit her lip with such fury that it almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out

she retorted, “Why are you answering my call, Amelia? Where’s

buy food for me,” Amelia

documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as

“How did you know

Of course, Oz was the one who told me. Oz said you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for

I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants to

yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the one who’ll eventually be the

mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t think the Yards will be too proud

morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He didn’t think

“Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say

waiting for a reply, Amelia

bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t know

to be greeted by her tear-stained face. Taken aback, Oscar hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears

sat up, brushing aside Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then