Too Much To Bear My Love

“Be honest with me, Mr. Clinton. How many women have you kissed?” Amelia interrogated. Simmering with jealousy, she looked him boldly in the eye.

Oscar held a straight face. He leaned into her ear and chuckled suggestively, “Are you being jealous?”

A chill crawled up Amelia’s spine, making her head shake furiously. He’s got a nasty habit of getting on my nerves.

“Mr. Clinton, can you be more serious?” Amelia spoke irritatedly and patted his chest again.

He focused his gaze on her. “Will you believe me if I said that you’re the only woman I’ve kissed so affectionately?”

Amelia gazed into the depths of his eyes; people often said that eyes were the windows to one’s soul, that a person’s eyes reveal whether or not they are sincere.

From the intensity in Oscar’s eyes, Amelia believed that his words were true.

Oscar was a man of few words, but his every word brimmed with sincerity.

“Weren’t you like this with your beloved?”

“I’ve told you. I was too busy with work back when I dated Cassie. Plus, Cassie was wilder then. She’d spend more than half a year on travels and shopping trips. We’d barely get a few days to spend time with each other, and when we did, she would cut our time short to be with her girlfriends. So while I was fond of her, I never touched her intimately.”

Amelia’s eyes widened at him. “So, you and Ms. Yard lived as celibates when you were together?”

Oscar shot a glare her way. He tapped her nose and sighed, “Do you have to ruin the mood?”

Amelia chuckled. Her laughter was light and airy, like her happy disposition.

Her heart swelled with joy when she heard that Oscar wasn’t physically intimate with Cassie. At least I have an advantage over Cassie when it comes to physical touch.

Oscar leaned in for another kiss. Before he could take things to the next level, however, his phone rang untimely.

He pulled out his phone and saw his secretary’s name on the caller id.

He answered and said, “Hello?”

Their exchange on the phone wasn’t audible to Amelia.

“I will arrive in half an hour,” Oscar said before ending the call. Then, he nibbled on Amelia’s lips and promised, “I’ll deal with you later tonight.”

the sofa. She helped put on his suit and tie as

off at the door. “Drive safely, Mr. Clinton. Are you coming back for

as soon as the meeting ends,” Oscar promised. This was an unusual sight as he rarely made promises

“Alright. Take care, Mr. Clinton. I’ll wait up to have

Oscar nodded.

left, Amelia retired

she freshened up and went out with Molly

“The farmer’s market can be a bit crowded, and it can smell a bit odd at times. What if someone accidentally bumps into

Plus, I haven’t cooked in a while. I thought I’d surprise Oscar by cooking him

and I’ve watched Mr. Clinton grow up before my very eyes, so he’s like a son to me; I really hope that the two of you can live happily. Maybe because I grew up poor, but I can see that only you are worthy of Mr. Clinton. Any

see you as our parent too, Molly. Your hopes for us are kind. We’ll do our best to make it

“Good, good.”

vendor at the farmer’s market greeted Molly. One of them asked excitedly at the sight of her, “Molly, is this your daughter or your daughter-in-law? What a pretty girl. How

ear. “She’s my employer’s daughter-in-law. She happened to

it’s my first time here, are there any deals that I can get for these vegetables? Molly has always

two-fifty for a pound. As for the bean sprouts, that’ll be one for each pound. The cauliflower is three-fifty. If

they continued their grocery shopping, everyone complimented Amelia every step of the

every day that a stunning

nearly an hour at the market before returning with arms full of grocery bags. They bought some chicken and half a pound of pork ribs, as

suggested, “You go take a rest, Mrs. Clinton. You can

I join you, Molly? It’s more fun to cook together

gave in and

curious about Molly’s life. She asked, “Molly, are

my daughter-in-law insisted on me

that previously came over… was that your youngest son? He seemed like a fine

his civil service exam three months ago. He worked as a manager in a private company previously. Now, he’s a member of the civil service. While he’s not earning large sums, his current job is more stable, and the added benefits

I heard that the salary is low and it’ll be hard to achieve a well-off life, but it’s not entirely impossible. Molly, why don’t you let

even the lowest degree holder owns a master’s degree. And let’s not even talk

an individual’s education levels, it doesn’t mean that higher degree levels are valued above all. Those are just pieces of paper. If someone has a degree but is incapable of work, then they’re basically

a kind person, Mrs. Clinton. I’ve worked here for decades, and I’ve met other housekeepers from wealthy families; they say that some employers are snobbish. They don’t care about us, housekeepers. Sometimes, employers even drastically deduct wages when they’re in a

can’t even begin to express how much I respect you; how

endearing warmth hummed

her, “Mr. Clinton will certainly be touched if he knew that you personally made all these dishes for him. The man looks so tough and unfeeling on the outside, but deep down, he’s a softie. He