Too Much To Bear My Love

Amelia nodded in response.

“You don’t have to worry because Mr. Clinton’s injury is not severe,” the head nurse comforted her.

“Where is he now?”

“The doctor is bandaging his wounds now, so he should come out once it’s done. Don’t worry.”

Amelia finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“You seem to be a little pale-faced now. Why don’t you sit on the chair and take some deep breaths?”

Amelia nodded and said, “Ma’am, I’m sure you’re busy with your work. It’s okay, I’ll wait for him here.” She then took Oscar’s phone from the nurse.

“Alright, I’ll get going, then. Mr. Clinton will come out and see you once the doctor has finished tending to his injuries.”

Right after the head nurse left, Amelia leaned against the wall feebly like a punctured balloon. The moment she relaxed, she felt a slight abdominal pain.

She gasped for air slowly until the pain subsided.

Then, she caressed her belly and said lovingly, “Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I was too nervous just now.”

After sitting outside for nearly ten minutes, Oscar finally came out from the ward with his arm covered with thick layers of bandage.

Immediately, Amelia came up to him and asked nervously, “Darling, are you okay? Are any of your bones damaged?”

Seeing how sincere and worried she was about him, Oscar felt touched and replied, “It’s not that serious, just some minor injuries on my right arm. Don’t worry too much.”

However, Amelia’s heart wrenched whenever she looked at his bandaged arm. “How did the accident happen?”

Oscar wrapped his hand around her waist and said, “Let’s go. I’ll explain it to you at home.”

Although Amelia followed him obediently, she couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “It was a car accident, right? Who caused it, and who was the victim?”

Since Amelia dwelled on it, Oscar decided to give her a short explanation.

After getting off work, Oscar wanted to rush home to have dinner with Amelia. On his way back, a Tibetan Mastiff suddenly rushed to the middle of the road, causing him to jerk the steering wheel before crashing the car into a big pot of flower at the roadside.

Amelia was both amused and wrought with worry by the story.

“Mr. Clinton, it seems like you’ve encountered some rare sight that would only happen once in a hundred years. What more can I say? Amelia continued, “Anyway, how are you going to work tomorrow since your right arm is injured?”

“Well, it’s just a minor injury. The doctor purposely put extra layers of bandages to prevent any sequela because he knows me. Besides, since my bones are fine, I can still touch you. So wait for me tonight. I’ll make sure that you can’t get out of bed the next day.”

Amelia was rendered speechless by his words. How is he still in the mood to joke around?

She rolled her eyes at him and deliberately patted on his injured right arm. Immediately, his face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Hey woman, are you trying to murder your husband?”

She replied cheekily, “Didn’t you say you’re fine just now? I’m just trying to examine if you were telling the truth.”

He glanced at her and said, “Aren’t you a little heartbroken seeing my hand is injured?”

After falling silent for a while, she lowered her gaze and said in a deep voice, “If I didn’t feel heartbroken, I wouldn’t even be here when I heard that you met an accident.”

Oscar was touched by her response. He took her into his arms and said, “Did I worry you that much?”

in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all the grievances and anxiousness that she kept bottled up

although you might think you’re a God, can you please be a little more careful? It doesn’t matter if we might get

whether

I? Why are you trying to cursed me

you talk nonsense again, I’ll be really pissed at

Oscar felt that the way Amelia was bickering with him looked particularly cute. It seemed that the longer they spent time together, the harder it was for him to

house, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you want

the dining table and opened the food cover.

prepare

made the roasted rosemary chicken myself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold. So why don’t

from behind before he gently nibbled on her earlobe. “You’re so

of her ear turned

yourself.” Amelia said as she

a smile and replied mischievously, “I’m just hugging you. Why? Did you

him but couldn’t conceal

I’m going to heat the

once before letting her go

that the bandage wasn’t wet, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Here I was, worrying that you wouldn’t know how to keep your bandage dry. I guess I was

nose and questioned her, “Don’t you have some trust

said teasingly, “Mr. Clinton, my nose might fall off if you keep poking it. Aren’t you worried that I’ll look like a piggy if

one is going to take you in except me. So, you really have to please me, or else I might abandon you at

rolled her eyes at him and

I’m a pig,

once he finished. He’s good at making jokes now. Should I compliment him

was rendered speechless by

beauty like me be described as a

retaliated by patting on his injured right arm, making him grit his teeth in

never offend women because

whether to laugh or cry at

1982 wine and filled up their glasses. Then, she lifted her glass and said, “Mr. Clinton, let us toast to your safety. It’s a blessing from God

lifted and

chicken onto a plate

as good as the ones prepared by Molly, it

back then as he treated her as a gold

felt that his home was almost perfect, for he had a wife and a child,

felt that life was satisfying and complete because of

in thought, he

was holding the ladle, was stunned. She stopped moving her hand and gazed at

“Honey” again until now. She felt a warm feeling

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

nice moment here, why

said as he

lips quirked up, his mood brightened by a

you have to call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar commanded in an overbearing

bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did you

almost choked on the

“You’re really…”

and added, “Well, Mr. Clinton, you can’t blame me for thinking