Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 68
Perhaps it was the day’s proceedings that made Amelia uneasy even in sleep. Oscar’s light touch woke
her up immediately. He saw that her eyes were reddened from crying and felt another pang in his heart.
Amelia blinked rapidly, then reached out and caressed Oscar’s face. “Mr. Clinton, it seems that I’m only
able to receive such affection from you in my dreams. I may be nothing more than a toy to you in
reality, but in my dreams, perhaps I can be your wife.”
Oscar was stunned for a moment. He then realized that Amelia must have thought she was still fast
asleep.
Looking at her bleary eyes, Oscar couldn’t help butugh. He’d never really witnessed this vulnerable
side of her before.
Seeing himugh, Amelia couldn’t help but be pleased. She leaned forward and kissed Oscar
sensually on the lips, saying in a low voice, “Mr. Clinton, will you touch me? I want to be the only one
you touch.”
Oscar’s eyes shifted. Like a wolf ready to devour, he mbered atop Amelia, careful not to let any
weight rest on her belly. He looked straight down into her face and said enigmatically, “Do you really
want me to touch you that much?”
Amelia giggled, still imagining herself in dreand. “Mr. Clinton, this feels incredibly real. I’ve dreamed
of this moment so many times before, but never like this. I can almost feel your hunger! That’s just as
well. You’ll forget all about Cassie and only think about your wife now.”
Oscar’s heart was racing. He said, teasing, “You don’t want me to think about Cassie?”
Amelia shook her head firmly. “Mr. Clinton, how I wish you belonged to me alone.”
Having dered thus, she pulled Oscar close and kissed him fervently on his lips, finding a savage joy
in the impossibility of that moment.
She would not think about letting go.
Meanwhile, Oscar had abandoned every other thought. In their passion, both of them had lost
themselves entirely to the world and time.
After the affair came to its inevitable conclusion, Amelia drifted off to sleep in exhaustion. Oscar
couldn’t help but smile. “You sure know how to get out of things! I came here wanting to talk to you, but
you’ve already fallen asleep.”
The next day, Amelia woke up to find herself wrapped in Oscar’s arms. She was momentarily baffled
but quickly cast her confusion aside when she caught sight of his sleeping face. A smile still lurked at
the corners of his mouth. She reached out and yfully pinched his cheeks.
Oscar woke up in pain.
He grabbed hold of Amelia’s hands and demanded, “What are you doing?”
Amelia leaned her head on his chest and said somewhat dully, “Mr. Clinton, when did youe back?”
“Have you forgotten how you pounced onto mest night?” Oscar nudged Amelia.
Amelia’s cheeks immediately turned crimson. Recalling the events of the previous night, she thought
with a shudder, Wasn’t all that just a dream?
Among the memories rapidly filling her mind were the words she’d saidst night. She would never
have considered uttering them under normal circumstances.
“Feeling shy?” Oscar asked, feeling uncharacteristically jovial.
Amelia buried her face in his chest and said shyly, “Mr. Clinton, aboutst night—”
“Last night, you merely sped me in your arms and said that you wanted me. You didn’t say anything
else,” Oscar interrupted.
Amelia heaved a sigh of relief. However, there was a niggling feeling that Oscar was merely feigning
ignorance.
Perhaps Oscar was aware that her interest in him had already exceeded that of a financial backer. He
knew that she loved him but was unready or unwilling to ept that fact.
“Mr. Clinton, didn’t you meet Ms. Yard yesterday? Weren’t you going to stay over at her ce?” Amelia
asked.
“Are you upset that I didn’t?”
Amelia slowly rose. Ignoring Oscar’s burning gaze on her bare body, Amelia slowly got dressed and
headed for the bathroom.
Oscar followed her in. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and the sight of his taut, muscr body
would have made any woman swoon over him.
Oscar gently hugged Amelia from behind and whispered in her ear, “Are you upset?”
Amelia shook her head. She took her time to rinse her mouth, then said, “Mr. Clinton, you and Ms. Yard
are both extremely eligible individuals. Together, you’re a match made in heaven. I’ve just been a
substitute all this while, just waiting for her toe along. It doesn’t matter whether I’m upset or not,
does it?”
Oscar frowned. “Didn’t you say you weren’t upset? You’re so bitter with jealousy that you’re almost rank
with it.”
Amelia turned to face him. She said earnestly, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is carrying your child now. Are you
overjoyed?”
Oscar was speechless. Truthfully, Cassie’s pregnancy hadn’t excited any feelings whatsoever in him.
Even when Cassie had ced his hand over her belly to feel the baby’s movements within, he had
remained absolutely unmoved.
Oscar imed to love Cassie. When Cassie had returned, however, he wasn’t as enthusiastic to see
her as he had expected himself to be. He could put up with her pettiness but found himselfcking the
urge to touch her, hold her, and im her for his own.
The previous night, Cassie had said, stroking her belly, “Oz, I practically gave up my entire career for
you and this child. You don’t seem as pleased as I expected you to be. Tell me honestly, do you still
love me?”
He’d taken Cassie into his arms andforted her then, saying, “Don’t be silly. You’ve really let your
imagination go this time, haven’t you? Of course, I still love you. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Reassured, Cassie had smiled and then asked excitedly whether he hoped for a boy or a girl. She’d
thenunched into a discussion of baby names.
Oscar had responded with vague interest. However, he knew that he was no longer quite as thrilled as
he had once been.
Observing Oscar’s reaction, Amelia presumed that he was too ovee with happiness to speak. She
muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I suppose it’s a sort of happiness that can’t be put into words. That’s just so.
With the woman you love bearing your child, I wouldn’t believe you even if you said you weren’t happy.”
Oscar tilted her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes. In a husky voice, he asked, “Are you jealous?”
Amelia struggled against his strong grip. “Mr. Clinton, I’m sticky all over with perspiration. I need a bath.
Could you go out, please?”
“I’ll join you,” Oscar said suggestively.
Amelia bit her lip, saying, “Mr. Clinton, I’m going to bete for work. I’ll have to pass up on the privilege
this time. Ms. Yard can have the honor of ying out the steamy shower scene with you instead.”
Oscar gave her a look, then left.
After he had gone, Amelia caught sight of her pale self in the mirror and sighed. She quickly undressed
and showered herself.
When she had finished, she told Oscar, who was reclining on the sofa, “Mr. Clinton, I’ll make a move
first. I’ve got to head off to work.”
“Wait,” Oscar said, just as Amelia reached for the door.
“What is it, Mr. Clinton?”
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“I’ve changed my mind. Have the child. I’ll give you enough money for you to live offfortably the
rest of your life. My only condition is that you must leave this city and never see your child again,”
Oscar stated.
Amelia gaped at him in disbelief. A look of despair flitted across her eyes.
“Mr. Clinton, are you being serious?” Amelia asked through gritted teeth.
Oscar merely nodded.
“You’re a cruel man, Oscar. Well, hear me—I will take my child with me. If you insist on leaving him
here with the Clintons, I’d rather miscarry than let you have him. He means more to me than life itself,”
Amelia vowed.
Oscar was slightly taken back by the strength of Amelia’s ardent gaze.
“Are you threatening me?” he asked.
“I am,” Amelia said evenly. “I love this child, and he may be the only thing I’ll have to count on in this
life. You have everything you could ever ask for, so you don’t know just how precious something can
be. If I leave my child with you, you’ll merely treat him as a toy to be yed with and consequently
abandoned. When your child is born to that woman, what would you care about mine? Someone like
you only knows how to look down on others. By the time you realize he’s a real child and not just your
ything, he’d already be ruined.”
Oscar’s gaze remained on Amelia unwaveringly. He’d never imagined that her impression of him was
so unbearable.
“Is that what you really think of me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Amelia said without hesitation.
Oscar stood up and strode over to Amelia. Towering over her, he said coolly, “Give me a reason.”
Bewildered, Amelia replied, “What reason?”
“A reason barbaric enough for me not to want my own child,” Oscar replied.
Amelia’s lip trembled. She’d been made articte by the heat of her passion, but she found herself at a
loss when it came to cool logic.
“So there’s none?” Oscar stroked her ear and said patiently, “You’re too unkind, Amelia. I’ve always
treated you well. You’ve never even seen the limit on your credit card. Everything you eat and wear is
the best that money can buy. I’ve given you everything, except perhaps my own heart. How dare you
say that I’m cruel? What about yourself? Have you forgotten all the good I’ve done for you?”
Oscar’s handsome face was merely inches away from Amelia’s. She found herself mesmerized.
He suddenly leaned closer and took her in his arms. Amelia tried to escape but to no avail, finding
herself engulfed in his embrace. He whispered in her ear, “You heartless woman! I was only joking with
you just now. I will give you custody of the child if you want him. There’ll be conditions, though.”
Stunned, Amelia looked at him.
Oscar tenderly stroked her nose and said, “What is it?”
Amelia was rather disoriented. She couldn’t tell what the real Oscar was like. Was he harsh or
affectionate? Cold or loving? Whenever she started taking him seriously, he would immediately
transform into an entirely different persona. Her heart had been both mended and shattered by him in
turn.
“Oscar, which is the real you?” Amelia asked impulsively.
Oscar’s eyes gleamed. Then heughed and said, “It’s morning, and your brain’s probably stillcking
oxygen. Look at you asking such a silly question!”
Amelia joined in, “I guess I slept for too long; I’m probably still half-asleep.”
“Let’s go downstairs and get breakfast. I’ll send you to work,” Oscar said.
Amelia nodded gratefully.
After breakfast, when they had both gotten into Oscar’s car, Amelia asked again, “Mr. Clinton, you’ll
really give me custody of my child?” Her hands were ced protectively over her belly.
“I won’t renege on my promises to you. But as I said, I do have a few conditions,” Oscar emphasized.
Amelia gave him a look. “Say them.”
“After the divorce is finalized, I will give you a sum of money. As for the alimony, I’ll send you money
every month on the condition that I get to meet the child twice a month,” Oscar said firmly.
“Won’t Ms. Yard object to that?” Amelia asked.
“Cassie’s warm-hearted and gracious. She’ll definitely support me meeting my own child,” Oscar
dered magnanimously.
Amelia gave a wry smile. Despite all the evidence pointing to the contrary, Oscar firmly maintained that
Cassie was indeed as pure as she made herself out to be.