Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 49

However, Amelia only smiled at her. “Ms. Yard, if there isn’t anything else, I’ll be taking my leave. I still need to work in the afternoon; I do have an office job. I can’t possibly have as much time as a great pianist like you.”

Staring at her, Cassie commanded, “You haven’t said what your terms are for leaving Oz. You’re not allowed to leave.”

Giving Cassie a look she would give to an idiot, Amelia replied, “Ms. Yard, you’ve got the looks, the body, a good family, and a fantastic career. You’re almost perfect. Are you telling me you’re afraid of a woman like me, who’s utterly unaccomplished?”

Cassie choked on Amelia’s words before she huffed, “I’m not scared of you. I just don’t want Oz to be around a depraved woman like you.”

Amelia grinned. ”You’re Oscar’s beloved. He’ll listen to you, so tell him to divorce me. If he shows me the divorce papers, I’ll sign them right away. I won’t hesitate at all.”

With that said, Amelia took her bag and left with her head high.

Glaring at Amelia’s retreating figure, Cassie hissed, “Don’t be too proud of yourself, Amelia Winters.”

A week later, Carter summoned Amelia to his office.

“Mr. Scott, are you looking for me?”

Carter took out a file and handed it to her. “Amelia, it’s been eight days since you’ve joined the company, and I’ve managed to get a place for you for the training in Saspiuburg. If you’re interested, sign here. It’s rare for any company to have a six-month design training, so it’s best that you seize this opportunity.”

After reading the document, Amelia beamed, “Thank you, Mr. Scott. I’ll be joining the training.”

Carter shook his head dismissively and said, “No need to thank me. I’ve arranged a studio apartment for you and hired a housekeeper as well. Don’t worry, she’s an honest lady who’ll take good care of you.”

“Mr. Scott, that won’t be necessary. I’ll make the arrangements myself,” Amelia promptly rejected. She did not want to owe Carter too much, for it was difficult to return a favor.

“Amelia, we’re friends, and I’m your kid’s godfather. This is something I should do for you. Please just accept it,” Carter insisted. “Or do you not see me as your friend?”

“Mr. Scott, I know we’re friends, but it’s best if we draw lines for certain things. I don’t wish to owe you too many favors.”

With no choice, Carter relented, “I’ve asked my friend to look for this housekeeper, so is it all right for you to pay for her services, then?”

Amelia nodded. If she were to reject him too many times, she might make things foul between them.

Putting down his pen, Carter continued, “Amelia, I’m willing to do these for you, so don’t feel pressured. You know how I feel about this. If you really get a divorce, I hope you’ll give me a chance.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia only spared him a glance before muttering, “Mr. Scott, if there isn’t anything else, I’ll return to my work.”

Carter nodded.

Then, Amelia left with the file in her hands.

The design department was busy as always. Amelia only mulled over the moment for a while before diving back into her work.

When one is busy, time passes quickly. Soon, it was six in the evening.

The best part of the company was that no matter how busy it was, the staff would never work overtime. As long as the staff finished their work, they could leave when working hours were over. Moreover, those who were not done could bring their work home. Hence, the moment the clock struck six, everyone would pack up their things, ready to leave.

When Amelia went down to the office building’s main entrance with her bag, she spotted a familiar car parked at the side of the road. She thought she saw the wrong car at first but was dumbfounded when she saw the person coming out of the car.

As Amelia was about to walk over, Carter’s voice sounded out behind her. “Amelia, give me a moment. I’ll send you back.”

Amelia was thus caught between a rock and a hard place. She turned to look at Carter, who was behind her, before turning to Oscar, who was already walking toward her. Never had she ever imagined that Oscar would come to her office.

Have I ever told him where I work?

“No need to trouble you, Mr. Scott. My wife has me.” Striding over, Oscar wrapped his arm around Amelia’s waist in a domineering fashion.

Carter glanced at Oscar. Sparks flew as the two outstanding men engaged in a staring contest.

“I see. You’re Mr. Clinton. A pleasure to meet you,” Carter gave Oscar a fake smile and extended his hand.

Oscar, too, reached out, and the two shook hands. “A pleasure to meet you. When we last saw each other, I didn’t realize you are Mr. Scott’s grandson. I wasn’t expecting his grandson to look like this.”

Hearing his words, Amelia’s face fell, having not expected him to be harsh with his words.

“Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Clinton. I wasn’t expecting the heir to the Clinton Corporations to have such an interesting love life other than being a brilliant businessman. I have to express my admiration for you, as I really am incomparable to you in this aspect.”

My goodness. Both are equally difficult people.

“Both of you are well-respected people, and this is a public space. Could you two not do this here?”

Lowering his head to look at her, Oscar used his sweetest tone to say, “Honey, shall we go home now?”

Immediately, Amelia’s entire body was covered with goosebumps. “Mr. Clinton, y-you-”

Endearingly pinching her nose, Oscar continued, “Aren’t you cheeky? I told you to call me ‘Darling’. We’ll save ‘Mr. Clinton’ for our exercise tonight. Now, be good and call me ‘Darling’.”

Staring at Oscar with eyes as wide as saucers, Amelia wondered what he was trying to do again.

Unfazed, Oscar chuckled, “I’ve reserved a place at the restaurant and I’ve bought you a gift. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Amelia was still stunned and in a daze.

Oscar turned back to Carter. “Mr. Scott, thank you for taking care of Amelia these few days. She and I will treat you to a good meal another day. Since it’s our wedding anniversary today, we’ll be taking our leave first.”

Thus, Amelia muttered apologetically, “Carter, I’ll leave with my husband first. We’ll talk again tomorrow.”

Carter nodded.

He could do nothing but watch as Oscar took Amelia away and opened the car door for her. Like a gentleman, he buckled her seatbelt for her before entering the car from the other side. Finally, he slowly drove off.

Holding onto his chest, Carter felt as if someone had dug a hole in his heart.

In the car, Amelia questioned, “What’s the matter with you today, Mr. Clinton?”

“It’s our wedding anniversary. What’s wrong with me bringing my wife out for a romantic time?” Oscar replied with ease.

Amelia frowned. “Mr. Clinton, if my memory serves me well, our wedding anniversary is on the ninth of July, not today.”

“Is that so?” was his only response. Amelia was close to strangling him there and then.

“Mr. Clinton, stop beating around the bush. Just be straightforward with me. Aren’t you sick of not getting to the point?”

Glancing at her, Oscar said, “I’ve got a surprise for you. Do you really think that I’m just joking with you?”

Amelia cast him a look. Is that not what you’re doing?

Oscar fell silent and focused on the road again. As it was the evening rush hour, there was a traffic jam.

While the car was in neutral, Oscar said, “Amelia, I’m hoping to compensate you for what I’ve owed you in the past four years. Will you give me this chance?”

His words stunned Amelia; she did not know what Oscar was up to again.

“Mr. Clinton, if Ms. Yard were to hear that, I wonder how upset she’ll be,” Amelia noted casually.

“Cassie understands what it means to sacrifice oneself for the greater good. She won’t throw a tantrum over this. Moreover, we’re husband and wife by law, so no one would dare to say anything about a husband being romantic to his wife.”

Amelia shrugged, unable to refute his words.

She had to admit that Oscar was a romantic man. As long as he wanted to, no women could resist his sweet nothings.

Staring at the wooden board in the luxurious restaurant on the second floor, she read the words on it— Together forever, Oscar and Amelia. Beside their names was a photo of them, and on the photo was a drawing of a heart with an arrow pierced through it.

Amelia could not help but let out a laugh. It was as if this was their wedding. By the side of the entrance were some pretty women in formal wear. When they saw Oscar and Amelia’s arrival, they greeted in unison, “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Clinton.”

As Amelia was stunned by the way she was addressed, Oscar reached out to hold her hand and gently muttered, “Let’s go.”

Quietly, she followed him, her heart racing a mile an hour.

Like a gentleman, Oscar pulled her chair back and gestured for her to sit. “Honey, please sit.”

After Amelia sat down, Oscar sat down in the other chair. Promptly, two servers walked over and asked, “Mr. Clinton, Mrs. Clinton, we’ve prepared the dishes. Shall we serve them now?”

Oscar asked, “Honey, are you hungry yet?”

Her heart still thumping loudly, Amelia smiled and replied, “All right.”

“Mr. Clinton, Mrs. Clinton, please give us a minute.”

After the two servers left, a violinist playing a classical piece walked toward them. Melodious music echoed throughout the floor.

Soon, the main dish was served. One plate was a medium steak and the other was a medium-well steak. He took Amelia’s medium-well steak and cut it for her. “Please dig in.”

Stunned by his sweet actions, a smile grew on her lips. “Mr. Clinton, why are you so nice to me today?”

“Call me Darling,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia gave him an odd look, but she obeyed. “Darling.”

Oscar did not seem to be Oscar. He was much gentler than he usually was. Amelia could have drowned in the loving look in his eyes. “Good,” he said.

Picking up her fork, Amelia placed a piece of steak in her mouth before chuckling. “Darling, I don’t know what made you change your personality, but I’m happy for everything you’re doing for me today.”

Oscar answered, “If you like it, I’ll bring you out for meals whenever I’m free.”

Unromantically, Amelia blurted out, “Darling, aren’t you going to divorce me?”

Giving her a look, Oscar replied, “This is our private time right now. Let’s not talk about those unhappy things.”

Amelia nodded.

After the main dish, Oscar asked the servers to clean the table. Swiftly, the servers took the plates away. In the next second, the lights went off, and the dim flame of the candle was the only source of light left.

As Amelia was shocked by the turn of events, a birthday song reverberated throughout the hall. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you…”

Turning to the source of the voice, Amelia saw one of the servers pushing a five-tier cake toward them. Then, Oscar stood up and walked over to take the cart and continued pushing it toward Amelia.

“Honey, happy birthday.” He could not have sounded more tender.

At that, Amelia covered her mouth as tears brimmed in her eyes. She had been too busy recently and terrible things kept happening one after another, so she had forgotten that it was her birthday today. In the past, Tiffany had always been the one to accompany her on her birthdays; it had never been Oscar. That was why it caught her by surprise that he would celebrate her birthday today.