Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 165 Dancing

“Mr. Clinton, I’m really happy now. Truly, I’m impossibly happy. Even if this is a dream, I implore you to let me dream on for a while longer,” Amelia entreated.

After placing the vegetables he’d washed onto the plate, Oscar chided, “You’re letting your imagination run wild again, huh? If you like my cooking, I’ll take the time to cook for you when I’m not busy. I’m your husband, so it’s only natural that I cook for you. Is it necessary for you to think that you’re dreaming?”

Amelia rested against Oscar’s back like a child. Bliss was written all over her face, but her eyes unwittingly turned red.

He simply can’t understand my sorrow when it comes to my longing for a home. Ah well, he’ll understand one day. Or perhaps he’ll never understand it in this lifetime.

Nonetheless, Oscar’s broad back gave her a strong sense of security.

Again, she repeated, “Mr. Clinton, I really feel extremely happy now. Such happiness can never be measured by money.”

Her proclamation hit Oscar squarely in the chest, for he’d never expected her to be so easily satisfied. He was merely cooking a meal for her, yet it was already more than sufficient to have her saying that she was happy.

She said, such happiness can never be measured by money.

In truth, this statement was an epiphany to him. No woman had ever told him that the happiness they craved was merely to be with him without branded gifts or jewelry, a resplendent villa, or a sports car. All those women drew close to him with a motive. Some did so for the sake of fame and fortune, or even just for the thrill of it, while others wanted to enjoy a better life. Contrarily, this woman, whom he had once labeled a gold digger, was reveling in happiness at this very moment because of a meal he cooked.

All at once, a wealth of warmth engulfed him. This feeling was one he had never experienced before – a sense of contentment that was lacking even during the height of his relationship with Cassie back then.

Oscar simply allowed her to cling to his back like a koala as he continued cooking.

Undeniably, he was incredibly skilled at cooking, his movements unhurried. The entire scene appeared exceedingly beautiful and enthralling.

In short, it created a picture of a man cooking for his beloved woman, while the woman nestled beside him blissfully and looked on happily.

In other words, the man bustled about, while the woman waited to eat.

Indeed, it was all incredibly romantic.

Anyway, all this appeared very romantic in Amelia’s eyes. Even if this romanticism included the smell of grease and smoke, she still felt particularly happy.

The entire meal took two hours in the kitchen because of all their lovey-dovey gestures. When they stepped out of the kitchen, it was already half-past seven.

Amelia then got some candles out from somewhere and said, “It just so happens that it’s dark now, so what about a candlelight dinner, Mr. Clinton?”

Flashing her an indulgent smile, Oscar countered, “Don’t you think it’s even more romantic to eat under dim lighting?”

Surprisingly, Amelia acted out of character and pouted. “In the movies, it’s very romantic to see the male and female leads having a candlelight dinner, so I want my man to also reenact the scene with me. Mr. Clinton, are you not going to grant me such an insignificant request?”

Upon hearing this, Oscar was torn between laughter and exasperation. However, he still went with her and turned off all the lights. In a flash, the house plunged into utter darkness.

Amelia initially wanted to arrange the candles, but Oscar then quickly strode over and snagged the candles from her hand. “Just sit down. I’ll do all the preparation,” he asserted.

obediently sat down. She couldn’t quite see anything in the darkness, but strangely enough, she wasn’t at all anxious. Perhaps that could be

didn’t we light the candles with the lights

a moment. When I’m with her, some of my actions have

the candles. Then,

appeared

significantly as he

then lifted her

filled with milk, which

it down and took some food for

Amelia took a bite of it. Meanwhile, Oscar’s gaze unconsciously followed her every move as he observed

“How is it?”

lifted her head and looked at him without

furrowed. He then asked,

and kept him suspended on

became all more unconfident, and even his

“Is it awful?”

she finally burst out laughing. Only then did

inundated Oscar.

thumbs-up.

in his throat settled back into his

“Truly?”

supportively took another

tender to me, but he also cooked for me personally. In the past, I never dared to even think

cook. When did you learn to cook?” she questioned,

food outside, so I learned to cook. To improve the taste of my cooking, I even attended classes and learned different cuisines. I’m actually pretty good at cooking Erihalian cuisines as well, but I just don’t quite

to me. It’s a feeling of, ‘Hey, that’s my man!’ I even wonder how I’m worthy to be your wife. Thus, I’m really thankful I got to marry you. Even if I did so

didn’t finish her utterance, but she was certain that he would

leaned forward and

eyes turned red despite herself. He’s

off her tears, unwilling to ruin such a wonderful atmosphere

food for her while

Oscar, on

too piercing that even Amelia, who was pretending to be eating intently, couldn’t keep

Oscar, who only had some

which Oscar replied, “You’re a

stunned at first before

coming to you with hardly any effort. Well, how many women have you said this

remark, mirth bubbled within Oscar.

Amelia shook her head in

then urged, “Eat

Amelia took some food for him and placed it into his.