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.

his teeth in

opened her eyes wide, beseeching

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

Amelia’s cry stopped

he asked, “What

didn’t bring my phone with me to the hospital. Can I borrow

his

refused to believe that

awkwardly, then said, “There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be

“Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what kind

to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they

really fallen for you. If I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a

she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had fallen asleep fully clothed. The photos of Amelia numbered more than a thousand in sheer variety. It was completely unlike the Oscar she

from behind her as she walked ahead. Amelia could barely even recall when these moments

her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then

a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of her. It

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

of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too much? Why can’t we

incoming call jolted Amelia out of

name flashed across the screen. Upon

“Oz, I went for a check-up with your secretary today. The doctor said that the baby’s very 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

almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly,

for a moment. Then she retorted,

went to buy food for

cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so

Shakily, she asked, “How did you

far, the most filthy

woman I

snickered. Keep lying to yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon.

“So what? At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed

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

if you have nothing else to say to me, I’ll

a reply,

returned with a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t

down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears from her cheeks. “Why are you

Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the