Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 107

Amelia nodded in response.

“You don’t have to worry because Mr. Clinton’s injury is not severe,” the head nurse comforted her.

“Where is he now?”

“The doctor is bandaging his wounds now, so he should come out once it’s done. Don’t worry.”

Amelia finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“You seem to be a little pale-faced now. Why don’t you sit on the chair and take some deep breaths?”

Amelia nodded and said, “Ma’am, I’m sure you’re busy with your work. It’s okay, I’ll wait for him here.” She then took Oscar’s phone from the nurse.

“Alright, I’ll get going, then. Mr. Clinton will come out and see you once the doctor has finished tending to his injuries.”

Right after the head nurse left, Amelia leaned against the wall feebly like a punctured balloon. The moment she relaxed, she felt a slight abdominal pain.

She gasped for air slowly until the pain subsided.

Then, she caressed her belly and said lovingly, “Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I was too nervous just now.”

After sitting outside for nearly ten minutes, Oscar finally came out from the ward with his arm covered with thick layers of bandage.

Immediately, Amelia came up to him and asked nervously, “Darling, are you okay? Are any of your bones damaged?”

Seeing how sincere and worried she was about him, Oscar felt touched and replied, “It’s not that serious, just some minor injuries on my right arm. Don’t worry too much.”

However, Amelia’s heart wrenched whenever she looked at his bandaged arm. “How did the accident happen?”

Oscar wrapped his hand around her waist and said, “Let’s go. I’ll explain it to you at home.”

Although Amelia followed him obediently, she couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “It was a car accident, right? Who caused it, and who was the victim?”

Since Amelia dwelled on it, Oscar decided to give her a short explanation.

After getting off work, Oscar wanted to rush home to have dinner with Amelia. On his way back, a Tibetan Mastiff suddenly rushed to the middle of the road, causing him to jerk the steering wheel before crashing the car into a big pot of flower at the roadside.

Amelia was both amused and wrought with worry by the story.

“Mr. Clinton, it seems like you’ve encountered some rare sight that would only happen once in a hundred years. What more can I say? Amelia continued, “Anyway, how are you going to work tomorrow since your right arm is injured?”

“Well, it’s just a minor injury. The doctor purposely put extra layers of bandages to prevent any sequela because he knows me. Besides, since my bones are fine, I can still touch you. So wait for me tonight. I’ll make sure that you can’t get out of bed the next day.”

Amelia was rendered speechless by his words. How is he still in the mood to joke around?

She rolled her eyes at him and deliberately patted on his injured right arm. Immediately, his face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Hey woman, are you trying to murder your

husband?”

She replied cheekily, “Didn’t you say you’re fine just now? I’m just trying to examine if you were telling the truth.”

He glanced at her and said, “Aren’t you a little heartbroken seeing my hand is injured?”

After falling silent for a while, she lowered her gaze and said in a deep voice, “If I didn’t feel heartbroken, I wouldn’t even be here when I heard that you met an accident.”

Oscar was touched by her response. He took her into his arms and said, “Did I worry you that much?”

The next moment, tears welled up in Amelia’s bloodshot eyes as though all the grievances and anxiousness that she kept bottled up were released.

“Mr. Clinton, although you might think you’re a God, can you please be a little more careful? It doesn’t matter if we might get a divorce in the future, but for now, I am still your wife. I don’t wish to be a widow that early, okay?”

Oscar did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“I’m still safe and sound, aren’t I? Why are you trying to cursed me to death?”

“Stop it,” Amelia said. “If you talk nonsense again, I’ll be really pissed at you.”

Deep down, Oscar felt that the way Amelia was bickering with him looked particularly cute. It seemed that the longer they spent time together, the harder it was for him to let go of the woman, whom he always thought was but a money-digger.

Amelia drove Oscar home. After entering the house, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, do you want to take a shower first?”

Oscar did not reply to her. Instead, he came up to the dining table and opened the food cover. Once he saw the dishes, his eyes glinted while his heart melted.

“Did you prepare all these?”

“Molly helped me a lot, but I made the roasted rosemary chicken myself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are already cold. So why don’t you take a shower first? I’ll heat the food up in the meantime,” Amelia said.

Unable to restrain himself, Oscar suddenly hugged her from behind before he gently nibbled on her earlobe. “You’re so thoughtful.”

The tip of her ear turned red instantly.

“Hey, your arm is injured. Behave yourself.” Amelia said as she pushed him away gently, feeling embarrassed.

Oscar put on a smile and replied mischievously, “I’m just hugging you. Why? Did you imagine something else?”

Amelia glared at him but couldn’t conceal her embarrassment.

“Go take a shower now. I’m going to heat the food.”

He kissed her cheek once before letting her go and going upstairs.

When he came downstairs again, Amelia had finished heating the food. Once he came to the dining room, she observed his right arm. When she saw that the bandage wasn’t wet, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Here I was, worrying that you wouldn’t know how to keep your bandage dry. I guess I was worrying for nothing.”

He gently poked her nose and questioned her, “Don’t you have some trust in your husband?”

She scrunched her nose up and said teasingly, “Mr. Clinton, my nose might fall off if you keep poking it. Aren’t you worried that I’ll look like a piggy if that happens?”

“Well, if you really become a piggy, no one is going to take you in except me. So, you really have to please me, or else I might abandon you at any time.”

She rolled her eyes at him and rebutted, “You’re the piggy here, not me.”

“Well, if I’m a pig, you’ll be a sow.”

Amelia almost burst into laughter once he finished. He’s good at making jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking a new achievement?

Nonetheless, she was rendered speechless by the word “sow.”

How can a beauty like me be described as a sow?

Amelia retaliated by patting on his injured right arm, making him grit his teeth in pain.

Then, she said delightedly, “Mr. Clinton, never offend women because we are all vengeful creatures.”

Oscar did not know whether to laugh or cry at that.

After both of them sat at the dining table, Amelia opened a bottle of 1982 wine and filled up their glasses. Then, she lifted her glass and said, “Mr. Clinton, let us toast to your safety. It’s a blessing from God that you’re safe and sound after the accident.”

The next moment, Oscar lifted and clinked his glass with hers. “Cheers.”

After taking a sip of the wine, she cut some of the roasted rosemary chicken onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about three hours. Mr. Clinton, you should try it.”

When Oscar took a bite, his first thought was that even though the food was not as good as the ones prepared by Molly, it still tasted heavenly because it was cooked by Amelia herself.

Although Amelia did cook before, he didn’t care about her back then as he treated her as a gold digger. Now that he slowly accepted her as his wife, his impression of her had changed as well.

Deep in his heart, he felt that his home was almost perfect, for he had a wife and a child, who would be born soon.

It was the first time he felt that life was satisfying and complete because of having a wife.

As he was deep in thought, he said lovingly, “Honey.”

Amelia, who was holding the ladle, was stunned. She stopped moving her hand and gazed at him with a shocked expression.

Ever since they had a heart-to-heart talk in the car, Oscar hadn’t called her “Honey” again until now. She felt a warm feeling surging through her once she heard it.

“Mr. Clinton, you…”

“We’re having a nice moment here, why are you still calling me Mr. Clinton?”

She chuckled and said as he wished, “Darling.”

Instantly, Oscar’s lips quirked up, his mood brightened by a tonne.

“From now on, you have to call me Darling and not Mr. Clinton whenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar commanded in an overbearing tone.

Glancing at him sideways, she asked bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did you change your gender?”

He almost choked on the soup upon hearing that.

“You’re really…”

She stuck her tongue out playfully and added, “Well, Mr. Clinton, you can’t blame me for thinking that you’ve changed your gender. After all, you’re acting so….”

You’re acting so weird today. Amelia dared not speak her mind, for he was sitting in front of her.

“What’s with how I’m acting?” He asked, following her train of thoughts.

However, she merely shook her head and lowered her gaze, pretending to have her soup.

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“Am I a horrible monster? Why aren’t you looking at me?” Oscar questioned.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Amelia looked up at him and said with a smile, “Mr. Clinton, is the food delicious?”

“It’s Darling.”

Seeing how she was at a loss, he explained again, “If you don’t call me Darling at home, I won’t reply to you at all.”

Amelia was amused by his words. After all, it was her first time to realize that he was rather stubborn.

Gazing at him, she drawled out the words and called out sweetly, “Darling.”

Oscar unknowingly shivered upon hearing it and said in a deep voice, “Speak properly.”

In response, Amelia supported her chin with an arm and kept casting suggestive winks at him. “Mr. Clinton, don’t you think the way I talk is cute?”

A gleam flashed across Oscar’s eyes at that, but he immediately lowered his gaze and had his soup. Noticing the change of his emotions, Amelia said in an even more coquettish voice, “Darling, I’ll be upset if you keep ignoring me.”

Hearing that, Oscar spat out some of the soup that he just had. Then, he lifted his gaze to stare at her and spoke in a perplexed tone. “Speak properly.”

Evidently in a good mood, Amelia simply grinned mischievously.

Shortly afterward, she continued to talk coquettishly as though she was addicted to it. “I heard that many men like women who acted cutely. Darling, don’t you like how I talk now?”

“You’re not that type of woman.”

“Well, Darling, if you prefer this type of woman, I can try to change.”

“Well, don’t.”

After gazing at him for three seconds, she suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha… why are you… You’re too adorable!”

Oscar stared at Amelia for a while. Seeing how she couldn’t stop laughing, he said helplessly, “Let’s have dinner.”

Nevertheless, she simply kept laughing.

Oscar stood up and came up to Amelia. Then, he held her head and dipped his head to kiss her lips.

Both of them were immersed in the romantic moment as their lips touched each other. However, as soon as they were about to go all the way, Amelia’s stomach growled at an inopportune timing.

Oscar let go of her and asked while staring at her stomach, “Are you hungry?”

Blushing, she averted her gaze and replied, “I was worried about you ever since I received the news. Now that it’s nearly ten at night, I’m famished.”

No matter how merciless he was, he couldn’t force himself upon her when she was hungry. As such, he only stared at her aggressively and said, “I won’t let you off the hook later.”

Amelia chuckled and said defiantly, “I’m worried instead that you might…” Although she bit her tongue, Oscar could guess the unpleasant words that she wanted to say. After all, her emotion was written all over her face.

He asserted, “You’ll find out whether I’m still able to do it later.”

Once again, Amelia burst into laughter because he looked adorable when he argued with her.

After a while, they finished having dinner, which was not particularly romantic but definitely warm. When Amelia took the plates and glasses into the kitchen, Oscar followed behind her, gazing at her like a famished wolf that was targeting its prey.