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 frustration.

opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone, “Mr. Clinton, I’m

buy it for you now,” Oscar replied as

Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in his

he asked,

bring my phone with me to

then handed his phone to Amelia.

him. She refused to believe that that was

games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll

shock. She muttered to herself, “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 of hope that raises in me? What if I can’t bear to let you go when

divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would take her

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

taken when 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 knew to have so many

recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented

he had absolutely

anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos of

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

felt incredibly perturbed. As she weighed Oscar’s phone in her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too much? Why can’t we spend the rest of our lives together,

an incoming call jolted Amelia

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

healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always

evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out to

Then she retorted, “Why are you answering my call,

to buy food for me,” Amelia answered

shame at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in

she asked, “How did you know

told me. Oz said you 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 same time? That’s remarkably greedy, even by your

tightened. “Ms. Yard, I don’t think it’s your place to comment on the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up

wife soon. No matter what, you’re the one who’ll eventually

herself, Amelia stood her ground valiantly. “So what? At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t think the Yards will

that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t

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

a reply, Amelia immediately

returned with a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from

aback, Oscar hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears from her

then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the food