Too Much to Bear, My Love

At that sight, Oscar began to give in. He slowly let go of her and muttered, “You can't get too close to other men without my permission.”

Amelia leaned onto him and whispered, “Mr. Clinton, are you genuinely jealous?”

Oscar gave her a quick glance. “Return to your seat. I'm going to drive now."

However, instead of heeding his words, she pushed her luck by landing a kiss on his cheek. “Mr. Clinton, what do you think about doing one round in the car?”

Oscar's eyes darkened. The way he looked at Amelia was like a snake who found its prey. However, it did not take him long to be calm again as he frigidly voiced, “Stop seducing me and return to your seat.” “You've become less romantic, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia mumbled under her breath and obediently sat back into her seat, buckling her seatbelt. After driving back, Oscar received a call, informing him to pick up the person in charge of the collaboration in Erihal, who had arrived in Tayhaven.

To the person on the other end of the call, Oscar replied, “Okay. Book a flight to Tayhaven for eight in the morning tomorrow. You're coming with me.”

Hanging up the phone, he turned to tell Amelia, “I'll be going on a business trip. We'll talk about the divorce when I'm back.”

He then unbuckled his seatbelt and left. Amelia, who was still in the car, heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, she was hoping that Oscar was pushing back their divorce because he still had a trace of reluctance to leave her.

Although she knew that this was only her wishful thinking, she did not want to give up on any hope she could find

When she thought about how Oscar might be a little reluctant to leave her, the flame of hope for her marriage with Oscar burned anew.

“Why are you still in the car? Come out.” Oscar had returned without her knowing, and he was frowning.

Recollecting herself, she looked at Oscar and smiled as her mood

lifted. Oscar, as long as you feel a little something for me, I'll never give you up to Cassie.

Amelia unbuckled her safety belt to get down from the car. She then walked toward Oscar and hooked her arm around his. Smiling brightly at him, she asked, “Mr. Clinton, did you not want to leave me behind?” He rolled his eyes at her. “I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. As my wife, shouldn't you at least pack my luggage for me?”

Although he was ordering her around, Amelia still beamed, “I'm such a devoted wife, Mr. Clinton. Why don't you pack me and bring me along?”

“Be good and stay at home. I'm going there for work and not for fun.” As Oscar was rarely as nice as this, Amelia simply compromised.

Oscar woke up early the next morning, but Amelia was even earlier than him. Before five, she was already up to make him breakfast.

Once he was done with his breakfast, she handed him his suitcase and reminded him, “Stay safe. Eat more when you're socializing with your business partners and don't drink too much. Your gastric has only gotten better these few years, so don't let your health issues flare up again.”

Oscar gave her a complicated look, then nodded and left.

Amelia closed the door and returned to the dining table. She was about to clean up when a bout of nausea overtook her. She rushed to the restroom and retched. And by the time she no longer felt nauseous, she was already exhausted.

Gently rubbing her stomach, she whispered lovingly, “Sweetheart, do you also know that I'm the only one at home who's looking forward to you coming to this world? Is that why you're tormenting me when your daddy's gone? You know I won't do anything to you, don’t you?”

When she found out about the baby and went for a checkup in the hospital, she was told that the baby was three months old. She hoped that she could make Oscar change his mind—her baby needed a complete family.

If Oscar felt that their four years of marriage were incomparable to a woman who once betrayed him, Amelia would have nothing to say about that. She would divorce him and take her baby with her. From there on, they would live separate lives. She would never let anyone hurt her baby.

After a brief clean-up, Tiffany called. “Amelia, it's time for your checkup. Are we heading there now?”

“Dress yourself up. I'll drive to your place in a while.”

“All right.”

Hanging up the phone, Amelia changed into a new skirt and put on a pair of flats. Without putting on any makeup, she left the house.

By the time she reached Tiffany's place, Tiffany was already waiting for her downstairs.

Getting into the car and buckling her seatbelt, Tiffany gave Amelia a once-over and commented, “I'm glad you didn't put on makeup, or else I'm going to be furious.”

Amelia rubbed her stomach and flashed an affectionate smile. “I might only have one baby in this life. For my baby, I know what I should do and what I should not.”

Tiffany scoffed, “Rubbish. As long as you're rich, you can have as many babies as you want.”

Amelia shook her head. “Tiff, you've never been in love, so you don't know what it feels like. This is my first child with Oscar. No matter how it ends between me and Oscar, this baby is the result of our love. No one can change the blood ties that the baby has with Oscar and me.”