Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 14

Oscar's knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters,open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn't until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finallyclicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, herhair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, apicture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar's eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam's applebobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distantwhen she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I'm tired.”

Oscar glanced down at her, picked her up, and kicked the door shutwith the back of his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room,his large, calloused hand caressing her soft cheeks. “Why are youthrowing a tantrum?”

Amelia rested her hands on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I'mjust tired, that's all.”

He looked at her silently. “It better be. I'd picked you in the first placebecause I liked that you weren't one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels.If you're now learning to put up airs with me, let me make it clear—youwon't end up with a thing from me.”

She was aware this was a warning from him. Her heart felt like it haddropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in herstomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr.Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better thananyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction. I'm notdelusional. I love your money, you enjoy my body, and occasionally I'llhelp you to get rid of unwanted admirers.”

Oscar gazed fervently at her as if trying to pick up any trace ofunwillingness or pretense on her face. “That's good to hear.”

Amelia was suddenly hit by a wave of fatigue. The thought of dealingwith Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go tobed. She closed her eyes and said, “I'm really tired. May I sleep?”Oscar lifted her without warning, gently placing her on the bed beforeclimbing up above her.

It was nearly half an hour later when the bed stopped creaking andtheir heavy panting gradually slowed down in unison.

Amelia leaned against his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent.She failed to conceal the weariness in her eyes for her body was wornout and so was her heart.

Oscar naturally noticed her abnormality and lifted her chin with hisforefinger. “What's the matter?”

She shut her eyes at that, letting the silence fill up the room before shemustered up the courage to ask, “Darling, if I am pregnant with ourbaby, will you want me to give birth to them?”

Her loneliness late at night had caused her to spill her unspokenthoughts. She subconsciously wanted to treat Oscar as a lovinghusband rather than an associate of their transaction.

“Are you pregnant?” His tone was composed, making it hard to tellwhat his true thoughts were.

“What if I am? What will you do?” she asked feebly. Perhaps she wasstill wishing for Oscar to allow her to keep the child.