Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 455 Crossed The Line

Oscar pinned Amelia against the wall once they got home, claiming her lips in a deep kiss.

They made love to each other all night, and despite her exhaustion, Amelia woke up early the next morning thanks to her unerring biological clock.

Her eyes fluttered open, and Oscar leaned over her, sweetly planting a kiss on her forehead as she tried to get out of bed.

Oscar swiped the alarm clock off their bedside table and noticed that it was twenty to eight. He pulled Amelia back into his arms and coaxed, “Sleep a little longer. Don’t go to work today. I’ll call in sick for you.”

Amelia burrowed into his embrace and lightly nipped at his jaw. “Oscar, it’s time for me to get up. I’m going to be late if I fall back asleep.”

“You have me. You don’t need to work so hard,” Oscar replied, tightening his arms around her.

Amelia mock-scolded him, “Oscar, I’ve finally regained the overflowing passion for design I haven’t seen since my university days. My body feels like it’s bursting with creativity with all the designs I’d like to explore. You promised you’d support me in my choices. Don’t tell me you’re going back on your words now.”

Oscar merely kissed her forehead once more, mildly exasperated by her determination.

“Do you really like this job?”

“I do,” came Amelia’s earnest reply.

“All right. But you’ve got to let me know if it’s tiring you out. I’ll open a design studio where you can be your own boss. That way, you’ll call the shots and the hours.”

A radiant smile bloomed on Amelia’s face. She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed Oscar’s cheek. Thankfully, the soreness from last night’s activities had begun to dissipate, and Amelia eventually crawled out of bed with some difficulty. “I’m going to get a quick shower. You should too, or you’ll be late.”

She washed up in under ten minutes and came out of the bathroom. As she did so, she saw Oscar picking out a suit in their wardrobe, his hair freshly wet from a shower.

Amelia could not resist the urge to hug him from behind. She pressed her chest against his broad back and purred like a kitten.

“What should I do, Oscar? I’m jealous of all

could not help himself as he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a longing kiss. Things were just getting heated

“We need to go to work,

her lip softly and replied, “I’m letting

out of the kitchen with their breakfast, and she smiled

you’re back! I missed you so much when you weren’t

sure you miss my cooking more than you miss me,” Molly

that way. I missed you first before yearning

bite back

Amelia and Oscar enjoyed the breakfast she had prepared. Amelia seemed to have worked up a large appetite as she devoured two bowls of oatmeal.

him that you’ll be late because you’re feeling unwell; he has given

my body’s still a bit sore from last night. I guess it’s better to report late to work. Still, Amelia grimaced as she imagined how quickly the theories

amazed at their penchant for creating and spreading

breakfast, Oscar drove

to work, Amelia propped her chin on her elbow and asked Oscar, “Don’t you think you’re abusing your power? You said you wouldn’t interfere with my work, yet you’ve gone behind my back to contact my manager. He walks on pins and needles around me! How should I

explained, “I was just worried that you would be bullied in your new company; that’s why I contacted your manager and asked him to look out for you. I didn’t

not blaming

to Oscar’s face. He

kissed Oscar goodbye before undoing her seatbelt

where a grinning Rory sauntered to her and pointed at her desk. Rory teased, “Amelia, I’m about to expire from jealousy. Oscar sent you flowers and gifts to start your day

a big bouquet of roses on her desk. She was more befuddled than anything since Oscar did not mention any gifts during their car ride. Just then, she recalled Oscar’s promise of a memorable courtship, and she secretly hoped that the surprise on her desk was one of his many romantic

of a message card briefly raised her suspicion, but she supposed it was plausible

her colleagues’ expectant gaze, Amelia unwrapped the exquisite gift box on her desk. When she saw its contents, Amelia stumbled backward in horror. She flung the box

boy in the photo; she picked

a pin on the photo of her beloved son was a sin Amelia

matter slide had the subject of this horrid prank been anyone but her precious son. How could