Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 93

Amelia once again shook her head. “Mr. Clinton, please leave if there’s something you need to do. After I get discharged tomorrow, I will head over to Carter’s to turn in my resignation. Our relationship is purely contractual, so it’s only right that I follow the rules. And since you don’t like me hanging around other men, I’ll make it a point to keep my distance from them.”

Oscar took a long, hard look at Amelia while he contemplated the situation. “Are you throwing a tantrum because of the phone call I just had?”

The more he probed, the more annoyed Amelia felt. Is there any point in dragging this further?

“Your lover would be the one throwing the tantrum if you don’t leave now,” she snapped.

Oscar was still gazing at her when he suddenly placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss was intense, and they were momentarily lost in each other.

Amelia was left in a daze when they finally pulled away, her cheeks flushed from their kiss.

“Still angry with me?” Oscar asked, his forehead resting gently against hers.

Amelia looked at him in bewilderment. “Mr. Clinton, why are you doing this? Am I just a pet to you? One that you play with when you’re happy but gets tossed aside when you aren’t?”

“Go to sleep. I’ll leave now and come back in two hours,” Oscar said while patting her head.

Amelia was silent as she lay back in bed and hid under the covers.

Oscar watched over her for the longest time. But once he realized she had no intention of coming out from under the covers, he left.

When the door closed behind him, Amelia finally pulled the covers back down. She stared at the ceiling, crestfallen. “Oscar Clinton,” she muttered. “Is there still a future for us?”

The silence in the ward was deafening.

Oscar got in his car after having taken the elevator down and smacked the steering wheel before driving off.

The drive to Cassie’s took almost thirty minutes. The door opened almost immediately after he rang the bell, and Cassie threw herself into his arms. Oscar caught her and had to half-drag her back into the house.

Cassie snuggled against Oscar’s chest and whimpered, “Oz, I thought you weren’t going to come.”

Oscar remained stoic as he let her hug him.

Cassie felt the reluctance in him and looked up. “Oz, are you not happy to see me?”

Oscar reassured her with a hug. “Stop imagining things. I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t happy about it.”

be angry with me,” she said softly. “You know how it is with pregnant women. We just become so much more sensitive about everything. The doctor told me this was prenatal depression, but as

about it. I’ll

letting go. “Oz, I’m not sleepy yet. Why don’t you

“Sure.”

kneading away.

He genuinely couldn’t remember where they had first kissed. Even though he claimed that he loved Cassie, the memories he had with her were few and

Oscar angrily. “Oz, do you not remember at

charm. “The past is history. From now

in Cassie’s eyes. “Oz, can you promise to kiss me and only me

the baby been behaving well today?” he asked gently, changing

while her heart began to race. “Why did you change the subject, Oz?” she asked, panic-stricken. “Have you fallen for Amelia? Even after those compromising photos of her, you still

was starting to lose his patience with Cassie. “Cassie, I took precious time out to be

if you still love me. I’m a woman, and it’s

her. “Cassie, you never used

and come to my rescue. But now? No matter how much I plead or beg, you still might not show up. How can I not be angry?” she retorted. “The man

so I won’t argue with you.

There was a note of panic in her voice as she pleaded,

his ground,

go. I really love you. I’m even carrying your child now. I’d go mad

around and hugged her tight. “There, there, stop crying. Let’s not ruin that pretty face of yours,” he said

here tonight. If you don’t, I’ll abort the baby. Since you aren’t going to marry me, it’d be difficult for me

Oscar’s face fell again.

can overlook that. But if you’re serious

eyes. “Oz, do you

child, why wouldn’t I care about

prefer our child or Amelia’s

it, Cassie. They’re both my children, and I love them equally. Stop asking

mistress. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t upset, especially now that I’m pregnant. Every night I have the fear that you’d leave me

into the bedroom, and laid

chest, her

story. I’m

patted her head and

I want to listen to a story,” Cassie whined. “From the time we dated, separated, and finally reunited, it’s been so long since you’ve told me a bedtime story. I want one, and our baby

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