Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 1 Episode 91

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

grit his teeth

eyes wide, beseeching Oscar

I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar

cry stopped Oscar

around, he asked, “What

bring my phone with me to the

a moment, then handed his

She refused to believe that that was

a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.” He turned quickly on his heels

“Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what kind of hope that raises in me? What if I

in complete turmoil. On the one hand, she didn’t want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they

could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with you, not just a

scrolled through it, she realized to her surprise that it contained many photos of her, most of them taken when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in

even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone presented any opportunities in which Oscar had taken such flattering photographs of

always believed that Oscar liked her solely for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then

whatsoever for her would not possess so many

ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few

mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me too

jolted Amelia out of her brief

Upon seeing

a while, then picked up. Cassie’s excited chatter floated across the line. “Oz, I went for a check-up with your secretary today. The doctor said that the baby’s very healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come

Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call

she retorted, “Why are

went to buy food

shame at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as to stay with Oz?” Cassie

Shakily, she asked, “How did you

told me. Oz said you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to judge a gold-digger, but going for two

the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants to divorce me. You’re

be Oz’s wife soon. No matter

still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets

you know what Oscar told me this morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He didn’t think you’d be bold enough to have an affair in

if you have nothing else to say to me, I’ll

reply, Amelia immediately

food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t know if she was

bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the tears from

sat up, brushing aside Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked,

Oscar frowned, feeling as if a gulf had once again opened between himself and Amelia. However, he pushed aside the nagging feeling that something was amiss and starting laying out the food on the table. “Everything you listed is right here. Eat up.”

Amelia picked up a spoon and focused entirely on the spread that lay before her. She refused to even glance at Oscar, much less playfully feed him as she used to do.

The frown deepened on Oscar’s brow. Looking at Amelia, he announced, “I’m hungry.”

Amelia raised her head and looked at him questioningly. “You’re hungry too? There’s another set of utensils here. Help yourself.”

Oscar stared at her. He asked in slight frustration, “Aren’t you going to feed me?”

If this had happened before that fateful conversation with Cassie, Amelia would have immediately played along with the greatest zest. However, Amelia wasn’t in the mood at present. She only replied dully, “Please help yourself, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar looked at her, probing. “Are you upset?”

Amelia’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m perfectly happy, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar fumed. “Don’t smile if you don’t want to. You look hideous.”

The smile on Amelia’s face vanished. She resumed eating but found that she had lost her appetite completely.

Oscar put down his utensils. “What in the world is wrong with you?”

Wordlessly, Amelia brought another spoonful of rice to her mouth. However, Oscar stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Don’t eat if you don’t want to,” he said roughly.

Amelia looked at him in bewilderment. Her eyes slowly brimmed with tears. They spilled over, seemingly without her realizing.

Ever since she had gotten pregnant, Amelia felt as if she had become a lot weaker. She cried a lot more, and often.

Oscar’s heart was wrung at this sight. He reached forward and wiped her tears, then took her into his arms all at once. In a low voice, he asked, “Why are you crying?”

Amelia wrapped her arms tightly around Oscar’s waist. At that moment, Oscar seemed to be her only refuge in the world. Amelia permitted her sorrow to course unrestrained through her, emerging as tears that ran onto Oscar’s shirt.

After letting Amelia cry for a minute or so, Oscar turned her to face him. Once again, he wiped away the tears on her face and repeated, “Why are you crying?”

Amelia looked at him with swollen eyes. “Mr. Clinton, do you really think of me as a filthy woman?”

Oscar’s eyes grew dark. He tilted her jaw, forcing Amelia to look him in the eye while demanding, “Did anyone say anything of that sort to you?”

Amelia looked away and mumbled, “No.”

“Don’t you lie to me.”

Amelia shook her head, once again directing her interest towards the food. “Mr. Clinton, let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

Oscar’s eyes remained steadfastly fixed on Amelia.