Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Endless Calls

Oscar frowned but said patiently, “I’ll take a shower and head to the hospital. Be a good girl for me and eat your meals, okay? And don’t cause any trouble for Mrs. Yard.”

“No, Oz. I wanted to eat with you. I won’t eat, if you don’t come,” Cassie said stubbornly.

“Come on, I’ll be there in an hour.”

She hesitated before answering, “Okay, Oz. Be quick, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

Oscar hummed in response before hanging up.

Amelia’s glance dimmed before she calmed down. “You should go, Mr. Clinton. Don’t make Ms. Yard wait. Otherwise, you’d be in big trouble if that beauty cries.”

Oscar looked deeply into her eyes and said with a smile, “Are you jealous?”

Amelia flashed him a smile and answered, “Mr. Clinton, your heart belongs to another woman. Hence, why would you care if I’m jealous or not?”

Oscar lowered his gaze to meet hers and said, “Of course I would.”

Amelia’s eyes glinted and smiled, “You must be joking, Mr. Clinton. If you cared for me, you wouldn’t be rushing to another woman’s side. You should probably go, Mr. Clinton. I don’t wish to take the blame from Ms. Yard again. She may look weak and innocent, but she’s a pro at getting jealous. I really don’t want to go through the same thing over again!”

“She’s not like that.”

Amelia shot him an angry glance, “So are you saying that I’m making things up, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar loved seeing her jealous. She would become a fiery hot pepper with a hint of stubbornness and proudness whenever she was jealous. It drove him crazy and made him wanted to take care of her.

Oscar lifted his hand to caress her cheek before saying, “I’ve never blamed you regarding Cassie’s incident, Dummy. Besides, I’m pretty sure it was Tiffany who instigated you to visit the hospital. I was going to tell you to stay away from her, but I figured you would disagree. So please stay put at home and don’t go to the hospital, okay?”

“Are you worried that I would cause trouble upon your lover, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia deliberately asked.

“I’ve never said a single word about you ever since we got back from the hospital, woman,” Oscar was unsure how to respond.

“Yet, you blamed my friend. Right?” Amelia continued. She was behaving extremely sensitively due to her pregnancy, especially when she was due in a couple of months. Hence, her emotions were all over the place.

Funny how I’m not mad or impatient with her behavior. Instead, I find it very cute. I guessed this was something interesting to me. I loved watching her lose her temper and getting jealous because of me.

I may be a serious person to others, but I was showing the true side of myself whenever I was with her.

“Your friend made a mistake and I merely reprimanded her. You should know that those who crossed me would usually suffer terrible consequences. Don’t you think you should thank me instead as I let her off easy for your sake?” Oscar said as he licked her ear on purpose.

Amelia blushed and dodged subconsciously. She pushed Oscar’s body away from her and said, “If you don’t leave any sooner, your lover’s going to blow up your phone, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar looked at her with affection in his eyes unknowingly.

“Come here. I want to hug you before I leave for the hospital in a while.” Oscar opened his arms. Amelia hesitated as she looked at him before walking into his embrace.

Oscar rested his chin on her and said, “ I hope you’d have your eyes only on me, no matter if we get divorced or not. Please remember this, Amelia.”

She gently hit his chest and replied, “Don’t you think you’re a little too greedy?”

“Am I?” Oscar grabbed her hand and bit the back of her hand.

She retracted her hand and responded coldly, “You should leave, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar’s expression dropped as he pulled her into his arms and asked, “Do you really want me to leave?”

A wave of emotions immediately surged in her heart, “Mr. Clinton, you’ve swaying between two women all this while. You can’t seem to make up your mind, and yet you’re asking for such ridiculous things. If you can’t fulfill my wishes, then don’t give me false hope. You’ll never understand the feeling of despair like I do.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Oscar’s eyes darkened.

“Don’t overthink things, Amelia.”

Amelia slapped his hand away. “Mr. Clinton, we’ve been married for five years. Yet, you still had no idea what I want. Did you think I would be satisfied with living a luxurious life? A little shopping spree that includes branded clothing and accessories would allow you to control me like an obedient pet?” she said in anger and disappointment.

Oscar frowned as his eyes turned gloomy.

Amelia noticed his expression. Although she was disappointed, she quickly composed herself and smiled, “Apologies, Mr. Clinton, I was too emotional. It’s getting late. I assumed you hadn’t had dinner, right? Allow me to make some pasta for you before you leave.”

Then, she went into the kitchen without taking another glance at him.

Yet, Oscar’s eyes were fixated on her as he gazed at her deeply.

Soon enough, Amelia served him some pasta. It may not have tasted as delicious as Tiffany’s cooking, but it was made with love. Unfortunately, Cassie called again before Oscar could even take a bite.

Oscar felt a little irritated when he saw the display on his phone. If it were the moment when Cassie returned from Erihal, I’d look forward to seeing her. However, she’s beginning to irritate me now. He thought.

He ignored the call as it continued to ring. “Mr. Clinton, your lover’s calling. I think you should hurry to the hospital. Or else, you’re going to have a hard time dealing with her cries,” Amelia said with a hint of sarcasm as she sat on the other side of the sofa.

Oscar rejected the call as he continued eating calmly.

Amelia was surprised yet delighted by his actions.

Gosh, you’re such a loser, Amelia! Why’re you so easily satisfied by his gestures. It could mean nothing, yet you’re so happy that he rejected her call. Amelia said to herself.

“Does it taste good, Mr. Clinton?” she asked.

He nodded and replied, “Your cooking has improved tremendously.”

Amelia took his plate away once he was done eating and urged once again, “You should get going, Mr. Clinton. I don’t wish to see Ms. Yard appearing at our front door.”

Oscar looked at her and asked in a low voice, “Do you really want me to leave?”

“I’m going to do the dishes now. If you’re leaving, please close the door on your way out.” Amelia did not meet his gaze as she busied herself with the tableware.

Oscar stood there as he continued to look at her.

Amelia entered the kitchen to wash the dishes. Once she was done, she did not see Oscar when she entered the living room. Disappointment flashed across her eyes but she quickly shrugged it off.

Her phone rang as she was drying her hands. She picked it up and noticed it was Tiffany.

“Hi, Tiffany.”

“Amelia, are you ok? Did Oscar say anything mean to you?”

“No. I’m his wife, remember? Did you think he’d a lay a finger on me for another woman?”

Amelia let out a laugh as she sat on the sofa and said, “I’d always knew you had a wild imagination, but could you please spare me from your nonsense?”

Tiffany continued her goofy act for a while before she asked seriously, “Babe, you didn’t get into a quarrel with him right?”

“No, there’s nothing to quarrel about.”

Tiffany was not convinced and continued, “Babe, we’ve been friends for so many years. Please don’t hide anything from me. I have no intentions of over-interfering your marriage. Although my shoulders aren’t as broad as a man’s, I want you to know that you can cry on my shoulders when you need one.”

Amelia was suddenly reminded of Oscar’s words regarding her friendship with Tiffany.

“Tiffany, do you know what Oscar said our relationship was?”

“What?”

“He suspected if we were a lesbian couple.”

Tiffany did not respond immediately on the phone, but screamed in anger after a pause, “What a b*stard! How could he say such a thing? Lesbian, what? So women can’t be friends now? Damn, not only was he overbearingly unreasonable, but he’s also very petty.”

Amelia was shocked as she did not expect such reactions from her.

“Calm down, Tiffany.”

Tiffany took a deep breath and apologized, “I’m sorry, Babe. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. Did I scare you or the baby?”

“No, you didn’t,” Amelia replied. “He was just joking. You don’t have to take it to heart. He never took the time to understand how my life’s like. Hence, he wouldn’t understand our friendship was as precious as gold.”

“You’re right,” Tiffany responded.

She paused and asked again, “Wait, did he go to the hospital?”

“Yea, he had some pasta and left.”

Tiffany became upset and said, “Who does he think you are? Not to mention the house! Were you a housekeeper and your house was a hotel?”

“I guess he does treat the house we both lived in as a hotel. After all, we both merely shared a business relationship. The idea of a “home” is invalid. A home was supposed to be a haven. Yet, you compared our relationship with a home? Don’t you think it’s an insult to compare my situation to a home?” Amelia replied casually.

Tiffany felt sad when she heard those words.

I’ve written so many romance novels in the past. But, to be honest, I don’t really understand love. Everything I’ve written was to cater to the reader’s preference. If one were to ask me what was love, I wouldn’t be able to answer. Yet, I could tell that Amelia loved Oscar with her life. Or else, she wouldn’t be affected by his little gestures. Thus, I can’t help but loathed him because Amelia’s love for him wasn’t reciprocating.

Amelia’s a great woman who puts family first. It’s a shame she didn’t meet a man who could treat her right.

Tiffany opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

She decided to say something goofy in the end. “Babe, we may not be able to meet a world-class gentleman, yet it’d be easier to be a great guy who treats you right. Oscar’s had no standards, hence he chose Cassie. But that’s alright, I’ll get you a man who’s so much better than him in the future. Let’s show him that you can also live an amazing life with an amazing guy without him.”

Amelia burst out laughing.

“You sounded like you were picking cabbages in a wholesale market.”

“Well, you’re worth so much more than a cabbage.”

“Thank you, Tiffany. I feel so much better after talking to you. You should get back to writing.” Amelia’s spirits were instantly lifted.

“Alright then. Please call me if anything comes up. I’ll get back to work now, the editor needs it quickly.”

Once Amelia hung up, she got up and decided to head upstairs. Yet, she was shocked when she noticed a figure standing by the stairs. It turned out to be Oscar.

Why’s he still here? Amelia gripped her phone tightly and wondered.

“M-Mr. Clinton, I thought you were gone.” Amelia stuttered. She was worried he overheard her conversation with Tiffany.

“I went upstairs to take a shower.”

“I see. So, how long have you been standing there?”