You More Than Anything In The World

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

grit his teeth

beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone,

right, hang on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar replied as he headed towards the

Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar

around, he asked, “What

bring my phone with me to the hospital. Can I borrow yours to play with?”

his phone

Amelia looked at him. She refused to believe that that was

are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored.

still looking at his phone in shock. She muttered to herself, “Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password?

didn’t want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia

I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship

In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had fallen asleep fully clothed. The photos of Amelia numbered

from behind her as she walked ahead. Amelia could barely even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in which

for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for

willing to bet anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of her. It was

start that there were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a

her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too

then, an incoming call jolted Amelia out of her brief

name flashed across the screen. Upon seeing it, Amelia’s heart

healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said that I’d be a model wife so I won’t blame you this time. Oz, the baby and I both miss you so much!

lip with such fury that it almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out to buy food for me. I’m afraid

silent for a moment. Then she retorted, “Why are

food for me,” Amelia answered

cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as to stay with Oz?” Cassie said

Shakily, she asked, “How did you know about

are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to judge a gold-digger, but going for two men at the

comment on the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants to divorce me. You’re nothing

lying to yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the one who’ll eventually be

You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t think the Yards will

too pleased with yourself either, Amelia. Do you know what Oscar told me this morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He didn’t think you’d be bold enough

her jaw. “Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say to me, I’ll

for a reply, Amelia immediately ended

a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He

only to be greeted by her tear-stained face. Taken aback, Oscar hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down

of intimacy. She then