Too Much to Bear, My Love

It took Oscar over two hours before he returned from the meeting. The moment he opened the door, he saw Amelia huddled up on the couch, sleeping like a child. The photo frame on her seemed like it was going to fall. His heart melted when he saw this adorable sight of her. He strode over to put the photo frame away, but his actions woke her instead.

When Amelia opened her eyes to see that it was Oscar, her hands naturally circled around his neck. Then rubbing her face against his, she mumbled, “When did you come back?”

It seemed that Oscar enjoyed her intimate actions. He chuckled. “I just came back. You were sleeping like a kitten, so I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to carry you inside to sleep, but since you’re awake now, I won’t.”

Still smiling, Amelia buried her head in the crook of his neck. “When did you learn how to be nice to others, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar did not ask her to move away to her surprise; instead, he let her continue for a while before voicing, “Have a meal with me later, okay?”

Snapping her head up, she cast a curious glance at him. “Mr. Clinton, you never bring me to any gathering.”

“Why can’t the meal be only the two of us?”

I have to ask—why are you in such a good mood today? Are you seriously inviting

we

skipped a beat, shocked

see me as my wife?” Amelia stared at him solemnly,

aren’t you my

until he sent her to

“Mr. Clinton, you’ve asked me to come for a meal and

“As for the divorce

matter of time, but she was not mentally prepared to

her with a sharp gaze, Oscar asked, “Are you that eager to

it means by the guilty is

she muttered, “Mr. Clinton, aren’t you accusing me of it even though you’re the