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,” thehead nurse comforted her.

“Where is he now?”

“The doctor is bandaging his wounds now, so he should come out onceit'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 chairand 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 thenurse.

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

Right after the head nurse left, Amelia leaned against the wall feeblylike a punctured balloon. The moment she relaxed, she felt a slightabdominal pain.

She gasped for air slowly until the pain subsided.

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

After sitting outside for nearly ten minutes, Oscar finally came out fromthe ward with his arm covered with thick layers of bandage.Immediately, Amelia came up to him and asked nervously, “Darling, areyou okay? Are any of your bones damaged?”

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

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

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

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

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

After getting off work, Oscar wanted to rush home to have dinner withAmelia. On his way back, a Tibetan Mastiff suddenly rushed to themiddle of the road, causing him to jerk the steering wheel beforecrashing 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 thatwould only happen once in a hundred years. What more can I say?Amelia continued, “Anyway, how are you going to work tomorrow sinceyour right arm is injured?”

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

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

She rolled her eyes at him and deliberately patted on his injured rightarm. Immediately, his face contorted in pain. He gritted his teeth andgrowled, “Hey woman, are you trying to murder your husband?”

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

He glanced at her and said, “Aren't you a little heartbroken seeing myhand is injured?”

After falling silent for a while, she lowered her gaze and said in a deepvoice, “If I didn't feel heartbroken, I wouldn't even be here when I heardthat 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 asthough all the grievances and anxiousness that she kept bottled upwere released.

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

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

Deep down, Oscar felt that the way Amelia was bickering with himlooked particularly cute. It seemed that the longer they spent timetogether, the harder it was for him to let go of the woman, whom healways 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 andopened the food cover. Once he saw the dishes, his eyes glinted whilehis heart melted.

"Did you prepare all these?”

“Molly helped me a lot, but I made the roasted rosemary chickenmyself. I tried it, and it tasted good. Anyway, the dishes are alreadycold. So why don't you take a shower first? I'll heat the food up in themeantime,” Amelia said.

Unable to restrain himself, Oscar suddenly hugged her from behindbefore 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 pushedhim 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. Whenshe saw that the bandage wasn't wet, she heaved a sigh of relief. “HereI 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 sometrust in your husband?”

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

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

She rolled her eyes at him and rebutted, “You're the piggy here, notme."

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

Amelia almost burst into laughter once he finished. He's good atmaking jokes now. Should I compliment him for unlocking a newachievement?

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 grithis teeth in pain.

Then, she said delightedly, “Mr. Clinton, never offend women becausewe 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 of1982 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 thatyou'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 rosemarychicken onto a plate for him and said, “I roasted it for about threehours. Mr. Clinton, you should try it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ever since they had a heart-to-heart talk in the car, Oscar hadn't calledher “Honey” again until now. She felt a warm feeling surging throughher 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. Clintonwhenever we are at home. Got it?” Oscar commanded in anoverbearing tone.

Glancing at him sideways, she asked bewilderedly, “Mr. Clinton, did youchange 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, youcan'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 hewas 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, pretendingto have her soup.

Meanwhile, Oscar couldn't help but look at Amelia with affection.

“Am I a horrible monster? Why aren't you looking at me?” Oscarquestioned.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Amelia looked up at him and saidwith 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 meDarling at home, I won't reply to you at all.”

Amelia was amused by his words. After all, it was her first time to realizethat 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 castingsuggestive winks at him. “Mr. Clinton, don't you think the way I talk iscute?”

A gleam flashed across Oscar's eyes at that, but he immediatelylowered his gaze and had his soup. Noticing the change of hisemotions, Amelia said in an even more coquettish voice, “Darling, I'll beupset 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. “Speakproperly.”

Evidently in a good mood, Amelia simply grinned mischievously.Shortly afterward, she continued to talk coquettishly as though she wasaddicted 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 stoplaughing, 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 anddipped his head to kiss her lips.

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

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

Blushing, she averted her gaze and replied, “I was worried about youever since I received the news. Now that it's nearly ten at night, I'mfamished.”

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

Amelia chuckled and said defiantly, “I'm worried instead that youmight...” Although she bit her tongue, Oscar could guess theunpleasant words that she wanted to say. After all, her emotion waswritten all over her face.

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

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

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