Too Much to Bear My Love

“Babe, I’ve misunderstood you.”

Amelia shook her head and replied, “Tiff, I haven’t spoken a single bad word about the Scotts these few

years because I want to put them behind me. Now I’ve really done it. I’ve gotten over both my feelings for

Carter and my hatred for the Scotts. The Scotts have always been unreasonable, only doing the things

that they think are right. Back then when they planned to frame me for betraying the company, they

already knew that their own company would also incur great losses but still did it anyway. Hence, there’s

no point in trying to reason with such people. The more you try to fight them, the more they will get back

at you. So, the only way to deal with them is to ignore them. That way, even if they wanted to cause

trouble, they couldn’t. Naturally, they’ll stop after a while.”

Tiffany looked defeated as she replied, “You’re so good with your words. What else can I say? I can only

admit that I have lost.”

Amelia laughed. “We’ve known each other for so long, what’s there to win or lose? Come on, I want to go

eat natto.”

Tiffany turned to Amelia with a look of disgust. “Can you please have more normal taste buds? I know a

pregnant woman’s taste buds will change, but why do you have to crave for natto specifically? It’s a very

acquired taste.”

Amelia guffawed, she was in a very good mood.

They then went to get themselves some natto and chestnuts.

While eating, Tiffany asked, “Babe, if that old hag really gives Oscar your old pictures with Carter, what

are you going to do?”

“We don’t even have any shameful pictures together. Even if there were photos of us acting very close

with each other, it was over a long time ago. Don’t tell me the Clintons are going to pester me about

something that happened in the past?”

Tiffany understood what she meant, but she also knew that the minds of the rich worked in different

ways. They cared a lot about their reputations, so it was unlikely that they would not take any action at

all.

“I think you should just talk to Oscar about this. Although he can be petty, flirtatious, and is quite

possessive sometimes, he’s still pretty reliable when the situation calls for it.”

Amelia looked at Tiffany, amused. Was that a compliment? I think so!

Tiffany stared at Amelia and said, “I’m not kidding since the Scotts are really weird. Only Oscar can

handle them. Moreover, you’re his wife. Since you’re being bullied, he’ll definitely stand up for you.”

Amelia was dumbfounded. “Tiff, stop that nonsense.”

“Babe, I’m serious. Judging by that old hag’s temper, she’d be willing to do anything. What if she gets her

hands on any unfavorable pictures of you and Carter? Like, what if there was one with Carter stealing a

kiss from you while you were sleeping? It’s easy for people to make up all sorts of stories with such a

picture.”

Amelia poked her in the forehead. “Stop that. Don’t treat my life as one of the stories in your s.”

Tiffany retorted, “Stories originate from reality. If I had nothing to refer to, where would I get my

inspiration from?”

It is useless trying to argue with an author.

When they were done eating, Tiffany said, “I am serious about what I said just now. You can’t just take

that old hag lightly. Only Oscar can keep her in line.”

Amelia simply shook her head as she smiled.

Tiffany then changed the subject. “What should we eat next?”

“I want to eat ice cream.”

Tiffany looked at her in surprise. “Babe, are you okay? Are you sure you want to eat ice cream while

pregnant?”

“I just had a sudden craving.”

“No, ice cream is too cold. You’ve already eaten so much nonsense just now. If you eat ice cream now,

your stomach won’t be able to handle it.”

“Just one.”

“I won’t even let you take one bite,” refused Tiffany.

“Babe, I really want to eat it. My baby’s also saying ‘Tiffy, I want to eat. If you don’t let me, I’ll cry.’“

Watching Amelia acting cute, Tiffany could only give in. She finally relented and said, “Fine, but you can

only have one.”

Amelia nodded.

In the end, Amelia ate three. Tiffany was worried and said, “Babe, stop eating. What if your stomach

hurts later on?”

However, Amelia had not eaten her fill. “For some reason, the ice cream today is really delicious. I just

can’t stop eating it.”

Tiffany glared at her. “Don’t complain to me about a stomachache later.”

Amelia grabbed her hand and laughed. “Okay, don’t be angry.”

“Are you done?” Tiffany said helplessly, “If you are, let’s go shopping for clothes.”

Amelia shook her head and replied, “I don’t want to go shopping. Let’s just go home.”

“Didn’t we agree to go shopping?”

“I’m a little tired. Your godson says he’s tired and wants to sleep.”

“You’re so full of nonsense. You keep on using my godson or goddaughter as a shield.” Tiffany did not

know what to do with Amelia. “Let’s go back then.”

Amelia simply smiled.

Tiffany then drove Amelia back to her neighborhood. Just as she parked the car, Tiffany noticed Oscar

walking over toward them.

Tiffany nudged Amelia, signaling her to follow her gaze. Amelia then noticed Oscar as well.

“Looks like the two of you are really fated, being able to meet each other on a weekday. Honestly though,

at least Oscar is more reliable than Carter. Even though he’s kind of a scumbag, but at least he didn’t

abandon you while you’re pregnant,” whispered Tiffany.

Amelia jabbed Tiffany with her elbow then shot her a warning glance.

Oscar walked over briskly, keeping his eyes on Amelia. “Where did you go?”

“I went to get some food with Tiff. Aren’t you supposed to be at work? Why are you back?”

“I miss you,” said Oscar easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As a third wheel, Tiffany could sense romance in the air. It was clear that the pair of them had some

feelings for each other.

Tiffany faked a cough and said, “Mr. Clinton, could the two of you consider the people around you before

flirting with each other so openly? It’s way too inappropriate.”

Amelia glared at her disapprovingly.

Oscar looked toward Tiffany and replied, “Your job is done. You can leave now.” The one thing Oscar

was close to doing was to ask Tiffany to get lost outright.

Tiffany was angered.

“Mr. Clinton, can you not speak so harshly?”

“No.”

Amelia shook her head helplessly. Whenever these two met, a huge argument would ensue.

Tiffany took Amelia’s hand in hers. “Babe, your man really lacks class. Why don’t you just divorce him

and live a good life with me?”

Amelia just laughed.

Oscar only spared Tiffany a glance before turning to Amelia. “Let’s go in. I haven’t eaten. Make me some

pasta.”

Amelia frowned. “Why haven’t you eaten? It’s already so late.”

“My meeting ended at 1:00 p.m., then I hurried back to see you; so I didn’t bother about eating. Have you

eaten? Has our child been bothering you today?” Oscar rarely said such mushy words.

Amelia shook her head.

Tiffany was getting goosebumps all over. “Seriously, Mr. Clinton, can you don’t be so cheesy? I’m getting

goosebumps.”

“If you can’t take it, just leave.”

It was impossible for Tiffany to hear anything nice coming out of Oscar’s mouth.

“Mr. Clinton, you’re good at everything else except for one thing. You always talk really harshly.”

Oscar pulled Amelia toward him and said to Tiffany, “Woman, you talk too much. Men won’t like it.”

Tiffany was on the verge of bursting out in anger.

“Oscar, you’re narrow-minded, petty, not gentlemanly, and don’t think for women at all. You’ll live a lonely

life in the future, with no one to love you.”

Oscar pulled Amelia into a possessive hug. “I already have one for myself right here. I don’t need you to

worry for me. Also, men really don’t like it when women are too noisy.”

He then left with Amelia, leaving Tiffany alone behind. “You b*stard. Why are you always so annoying?”

Amelia broke free of Oscar’s hug and said, “Tiff, go home first. I’ll give you a call at night.”

However, Tiffany was only pretending to be angry. She was in fact glad to see Oscar acting so

possessively toward Amelia.

Tiffany had a sudden idea and rushed up to the couple. She snatched Amelia’s hands over and gave

Oscar a challenging stare. “Amelia, I’m thirsty. I’ll go up and have a drink.”

Amelia turned to Oscar with a pleading look in her eyes. Subconsciously, Oscar’s heart started to melt.

“Let’s go,” said Oscar as he led the group into the building.

Amelia glanced at Tiffany and whispered, “You’re really naughty.”

Tiffany stuck her tongue out at Amelia and replied playfully, “He was the one who said I was noisy. I have

to get back at him to let off steam.”

Amelia shook her head, unable to stop her antics.

Oscar and Tiffany were very incompatible. As long as they were in the same room, things would never

remain calm.

After Oscar unlocked the doors to the apartment, Tiffany made herself at home.

Amelia took Oscar’s blazer and said, “Mr. Clinton, sit with Tiff first. I’ll go check out what’s there to cook in

the fridge.”

“I’m fine with just some pasta.”

“I’ll go check if we have any left. Otherwise, I’ll make you a sandwich, okay?

Oscar nodded.

Amelia hung up his blazer, then entered the kitchen.

Tiffany and Oscar sat as far apart as they could on the sofa. She said, “Amelia’s quite a good wife, don’t

you think so?”

“Yeah,” replied Oscar briefly.

“Many other men would also be attracted to such a good woman. I’m sure you’ll cherish her more, right?”

Oscar glanced at Tiffany but did not take the bait. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that Amelia’s a really good woman. If you don’t know how to cherish her well, I’m sure many

others will.”

“She’s mine.”

Tiffany sneered. “Didn’t you want to divorce her and marry your precious little lover? Actually, it doesn’t

matter, it’ll be good if you grant her a divorce. Amelia can get together with Carter then. After all, he’s

been waiting for her all these years. Don’t you agree, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar’s expression darkened.

“She’s mine.”

“Not if you get a divorce.”

Oscar glanced at Tiffany expressionlessly. “Don’t test my patience.”

“Too bad, I’m naturally rebellious. I like to test others’ patience,” replied Tiffany boldly.

Oscar pressed his lips together and shot her a domineering look.

Tiffany stared back without a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Tiffany, don’t challenge me. You won’t be able to handle me when I’m angry.”

Tiffany nodded and replied, “I believe you.”

She paused before continuing, “Mr. Clinton, I’ll ask you two questions. As long as you give me an

answer, I won’t talk nonsense anymore.”