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?”

Lightly tapping her head, Amelia laughed. “Look at me. I've forgotten about that. However, I have to ask—why are you in such a good mood today? Are you seriously inviting me just for a meal?”

“Well, aren't we husband and wife?”

Amelia's heart skipped a beat, shocked at those words.

“Mr. Clinton, do you really see me as my wife?” Amelia stared at him solemnly, trying to find the truth in his eyes.

“Well, aren't you my wife?”

Amelia was moved by his words, up until he sent her to hell with the next words he uttered. “But we're divorcing soon.”

Swallowing the bitterness away, Amelia smiled. “Mr. Clinton, you've asked me to come for a meal and to sign the divorce papers at the law firm, am I right?”

“We're just having a meal with a few friends,” Oscar said. “As for the divorce papers, a lawyer will call you next week.”

Amelia sighed. She knew that signing the divorce papers was a matter of time, but she was not mentally prepared to sign them today.

Lifting her chin to look at her with a sharp gaze, Oscar asked, “Are you that eager to divorce me?”

Is this what it means by the guilty is the first to complain?

Amused, Amelia continued holding onto Oscar's neck as she muttered, “Mr. Clinton, aren't you accusing me of it even though you're the guilty party?”

Oscar lowered his head to look at her and replied, “I'm the only one who can ask for a divorce. As for you, don't even think about it.” Barking out a laugh in her fury, Amelia uttered, “Mr. Clinton, are you telling me to do as you say but not as you do?”

Oscar held onto her waist, picked her up, and place her to the side. “Come on. Let's go.”

Amelia was still smiling, not at all feeling angry about Oscar's rough action. Instead, she trailed behind him into the elevator. Only when she was buckling her seatbelt in the car then did she utter, “Mr. Clinton, who's going to be there?”

“Some of my friends. They're quite outgoing, so you don't need to feel reserved.”

Shock flashed past her eyes as she queried, “Mr. Clinton, aren't you trying to get me to stay away from your friends?”

“They want to meet you.” In other words, Oscar was telling her that it had not been his choice; his friends were the ones who wanted to meet her.

Regardless, Amelia still felt happy about it.