Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 147 Why Are You Crying

Oscar tilted Amelia’s chin up, forcing her to face him. When he saw her reddened eyes, he anxiously asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Amelia shook her head frantically and said, “My tear glands seem to have gotten more active lately, it is perhaps because of this pregnancy. I find myself tearing up at every little thing. Mr. Clinton, you won’t mock your wife for being a crybaby, will you?”

Oscar’s heart melted at Amelia’s undue concern. The more he came to know Amelia, the more enchanting he found her to be. She’d completely shed the frigid, temptress-like appearance of yore. All Oscar held before him now was a vulnerable young woman wanting only to be loved.

He took Amelia into his arms. Oscar found himself floundering in the depths of his affection for her. Struggling to regain control of himself, Oscar gruffly said, “Don’t be silly. You’re good at coming up with nonsense.”

Leaning her head against his chest, Amelia’s lips curled up into a smile. With a look of immense contentment on her face, Amelia said softly, “How I wish time would stop right now.”

Oscar heard only a vague mumble. He looked down at her fondly, asking, “What did you just say?”

Amelia shook her head, snuggling further against him. She then asked thoughtfully, “How’s Ms. Yard doing?”

“She hasn’t awoken,” Oscar replied.

Amelia bit her lip. Reluctant to ruin the magic of that moment, she decided not to pursue this unsavory matter. Let me bury my head in the sand a while longer, Amelia thought wistfully.

Destiny, however, was not on their side. Just then, Amelia and Oscar’s phones rang simultaneously. They glanced at each other. At last, Amelia said ruefully, “Mr. Clinton, it looks like we are not meant to have sweet moments together.”

Oscar whipped out his phone. Elizabeth’s name flashed on his screen. Beside him, Amelia was receiving a call from Tiffany.

She inhaled deeply, then answered the call. Tiffany instantly launched into an interrogation, and demanded, “Babe, where are you now? Are you all right?”

“Tiff, I’m fine. I was talking to Oscar. I’ll head downstairs once I’m done,” Amelia replied patiently.

Tiffany let out an audible sigh of relief.

“That old woman isn’t making things difficult for you on purpose, is she?” Tiffany fumed.

“It’s just Oscar and me now,” Amelia informed her.

Tiffany wasn’t too pleased with Oscar, but ultimately she wanted Amelia to have a blissful marriage. Oscar was the only one who Amelia loved, and they were about to have a child together. For all these reasons, Tiffany still hoped for Amelia and Oscar’s relationship to flourish.

Marriage, after all, was a sacred union.

Tiffany was a novelist and naturally had her own views of love and marriage. She hadn’t been in many relationships, but she knew she should not be a catalyst in encouraging Amelia to break the marriage vows. Most important, Tiffany was reluctant to see Amelia end up in a divorce, and that superseded her personal views and dissatisfaction toward Oscar. Being a single mother was like walking an unbeaten path and not every woman could handle the challenges that came along. It was a terribly lonely journey, which included shouldering the responsibility of raising a child alone while living with the bitterness of a failed marriage.

“Have a good talk with Oscar then. Don’t throw tantrums at him,” Tiffany gently chided in a motherly tone.

heart grew warm at her friend’s concern. However, she merely ribbed Tiffany, “Didn’t you say that you’d come to fetch me the moment it

get you with no questions asked. There’s no way

for her moved Amelia. I’ll never be able to find

line, unaware of the wave of gratitude washing over Amelia. “Have a good chat with Oscar then. I won’t bother

the phone, then turned towards Oscar

guessed that it must have been Elizabeth or Cassie on

smile had vanished, and his gaze

Amelia asked,

awake,” Oscar replied

masking the sadness in her eyes. She clenched her fists, then slowly relaxed them. “If Ms. Yard is awake, then you don’t have to worry anymore, Mr. Clinton. Go on back quickly. If Ms. Yard doesn’t see you, she’ll start to overthink things. She just had a miscarriage, and I’ve heard from

of vulnerability in her eyes was quickly replaced by a determined strength that shone through. Oscar had been married to Amelia for five years,

Not only did Amelia make his heart flutter, but he’d also yearned many times to draw her into his embrace and keep

of reference to decide

than anything that Oscar had ever

me to another woman? Aren’t

met you earlier than I did, and I was always a substitute anyway. I don’t think I have the right to be

the

and pinched her cheeks hard. His

in disbelief. She turned to Oscar with a

Oscar’s lips. He

I pinched you?” Oscar

at him like an idiot. She hadn’t quite recovered from the

allowed to be as jealous

looked even

mind around it. In truth, Amelia tried hard

face, then gave out a low laugh. “You

Amelia remained frozen.

Oscar repeated. “Don’t pretend to be so generous in the future. I’ll actually prefer it if you show your softer side a little more,” Oscar said

fearful of taking the plunge only to discover that there was nothing beneath to catch her. Who knows if Oscar would turn around and declare that Cassie is still the one he loves? It would

have a good rest,”

Amelia’s dismay, her heart began

“I’ll get Molly to prepare something delicious.

“I’ll definitely be back. I haven’t eaten with you in a while, and I

personally cook

the elevator. After Oscar sent Amelia off with

open the door of the hospital room, the smile on his face had faded entirely. The look in his eyes was cold

of agitation, but the oxygen mask over her mouth restrained her from speaking. Cassie attempted to yank it off, but that hand was connected to an IV drip. The furious

here now.