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.

and lamented, “What should I do, Oscar?

help himself as he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a longing kiss. Things were just getting heated when Amelia

she stated, “We need to

replied, “I’m

happened to come out of the kitchen with their breakfast, and she smiled warmly before greeting them, “Good

“Molly, you’re back! I missed you so much

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

I’m hurt that you would think that way. I missed you first before yearning for

bite back

a large appetite as she devoured two bowls of oatmeal. She panicked when she checked her phone and noticed the time. “Oscar, hurry

to worry. I’ve called your manager and informed him that you’ll be late because you’re feeling unwell; he has

work. Still, Amelia grimaced as she imagined

penchant for creating and spreading gossip around

Oscar drove

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

out and pinched her cheek playfully. He turned serious and 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 mean anything else

smiled gratefully and clarified, “I’m not blaming you.

He was a sucker for her rather unorthodox displays

office too soon, and she kissed Oscar goodbye before undoing her seatbelt

desk. Rory teased, “Amelia, I’m about to expire from jealousy. Oscar sent you flowers and

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

up the bouquet. The lack of a message card briefly raised her suspicion,

saw its contents, Amelia stumbled backward in horror. She flung the box away and out rolled a bloodied ball of hair, a photo with a pin stuck

further when she recognized the young boy in the photo; she picked it

on the photo of her beloved son was

would have let the entire matter slide had the subject of this horrid prank been anyone but her precious son. How could they be cruel enough