Chapter 169 Exhausted
Once Molly was done with breakfast, she said, “Mrs. Clinton, please wake Mr. Clinton up. It’s almost eight, and he still has to go to work.”
Amelia went upstairs after some thought.
The moment she stepped into the bedroom, she started laughing out loud.
Oscar was clinging onto a pillow about half her height as he muttered her name in his sleep.
To be frank, Amelia rarely got to see Oscar acting so child-like and almost didn’t want to wake him up.
Thus, she walked toward the bed and watched him for a long time. Suddenly, Oscar opened his eyes, and Amelia hurriedly diverted her gaze.
After Oscar properly woke up, he glanced at Amelia and smiled. “Come here. I want a hug.”
Amelia walked over to him and Oscar wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head and said in a low, husky voice, “When did you wake up?”
“Ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t feel like waking you up,” Amelia replied with a smile.
“I thought my Sleeping Beauty would have given her Prince Charming a kiss to wake him up,” Oscar said lightheartedly, which was a rare occurrence.
Amelia giggled at his joke.
“Mr. Clinton, you’ve gotten pretty cocky. I can’t believe you’re calling yourself ‘Prince Charming.’ Has your skin gotten thicker?” Amelia joked, pulling Oscar’s cheeks lightly.
Oscar sat there obediently, allowing her to squeeze his face.
The two of them played around a little while longer before Amelia said, “You should go freshen up. It’s getting pretty late, and Molly made us a hearty breakfast. I might end up finishing all of it if you don’t get ready soon.”
Oscar pulled Amelia onto his lap and said huskily, “You can have breakfast all to yourself. I have everything I want to eat up right here.”
Upon that, Amelia’s cheeks heated up, and she struggled slightly, clearly embarrassed. She half-heartedly slapped Oscar on the chest a few times.
Oscar caught her hand in his and nibbled on her thumb gently. “What can I say? You taste better than any delicacy I’ve ever tried.”
Amelia’s eyes glistened momentarily.
Oscar simply couldn’t get enough of her.
“I wish I could keep you in my pocket so no other man could get a look at you,” Oscar suddenly said as he looked at her fondly.
Amelia’s heart started racing. She felt like she was drowning in Oscar’s deep gaze.
The last bit of logic she still had quickly reminded her to wake up and stop falling for Oscar’s sweet nothings so easily.
Oscar was good to her, but he was flirtier than anything else. Though he treated her well, he never gave her any promises about their future.
Hence, she was worried that Oscar wasn’t actually in love with her and that it was all just her wishful thinking.
“You better keep me in there for a long time, or I might just get snatched up by another man. By then, you might not be the only one for me anymore,” Amelia said, only half-joking. But of course, she was trying to subtly test Oscar.
All she was trying to say was, As long as you truly love me and keep me with you forever, I’ll do the same to you.
She hoped Oscar could decipher her actual message. Still, Oscar could very likely continue acting ignorant even if he did understand.
Just then, Oscar held her even closer and kissed her possessively.
By the time the two of them broke apart, Amelia had collapsed in Oscar’s arms, panting lightly.
After a while, Oscar looked at her and said, “Never talk about other men again. You belong only to me.”
Amelia looked at him slyly and asked, “Mr. Clinton, aren’t you getting a little too possessive?”
“But you like my possessiveness,” Oscar said proudly.
Amelia swatted him on the chest again and giggled. “You really are becoming bolder by the minute.”
She then stood up and started attempting to pull him up. “Get up, Mr. Clinton. You have to have breakfast before going to work.”
Oscar got up and pulled her into his embrace once again. He kissed her on the forehead before saying, “Go on then, I’ll join in a bit.”
Amelia looked at him and his tall, lean figure before nodding. “Make it quick, okay?”
With a light grin on his face, Oscar kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be right there after I brush my teeth.”
After Amelia left, Oscar checked his phone only to see over twenty missed calls all from Elizabeth. There were also some text messages from her.
He opened it, and they were all saying the same thing: Where are you, Oscar? Cassie is getting another operation. If you still care about her at all, come to the hospital at once.
A frown flitted across his face; he couldn’t imagine what Cassie could have done in just one night to send herself back into the operating room.
He felt like the old Oscar would have been worried for Cassie no matter how minor the injury was.
However, now that he was finally away from her influence, he no longer felt like he was that worried about her.
He then called Elizabeth back. She picked up almost instantly and started screaming, “Oscar, you b*stard! How could you be so cruel? Did you know Cassie got a medical crisis notice yesterday? She’s still on the operating table! If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you!”
Oscar started gripping his phone even tighter.
“What happened to Cassie?” Oscar finally found his voice back and asked slightly worriedly.
Elizabeth started wailing in contempt, “Oscar, do you even remember Cassie anymore? Did you forget the woman you once loved?”
At that, Oscar’s frown deepened. “I’ll rush over right now.” After that, he hung up and ran into the bathroom to freshen up as quickly as possible before dressing in a casual outfit.
He rushed downstairs. Amelia, who was enjoying her breakfast, noticed that he wasn’t in his usual business attire and asked, “Mr. Clinton, is today casual day?”
Oscar replied, “Cassie’s in the operating room again, so I’m going to go visit her.”
For some reason, Amelia’s heart thumped loudly the moment she heard that. Could the phone call last night have something to do with that? But is that even possible?
She hadn’t even said anything insulting to Cassie except for the truth. Oscar was her husband, after all, so there was nothing wrong with wanting to protect her marriage.
If Cassie really did end up having to go back into the operating room because of those words I said, then she’s pretty weak-minded. If she purposely sent herself back in there, then she really is willing to do anything as long as it gets me in trouble.
Amelia then reached out and pulled at Oscar’s arm lightly. She purposely avoided looking at his face. “I think you should have some breakfast before you leave. You can’t go out on an empty stomach.”
Yet, Oscar stroked her face gently and said, “It’s alright. You eat up, okay? I’ll be going now.” After that, he walked out without even looking back.
Amelia watched him leave. She was starting to feel like this time, Cassie would create an even bigger rift between herself and Oscar.
At that, Amelia started feeling distressed. “Did the meal you cooked for me mean nothing to you? Why is it that every time I feel like I’m getting closer to you, you get further away from me and closer to Cassie instead? Should I just give up on hoping you to love me back?” she murmured to herself.
She didn’t even realize as tears started falling down her face.
Right then, Molly walked out with another set of breakfast but was shocked at the sight of Amelia’s tears. She quickly placed down the tray and rushed toward Amelia. “What’s wrong, Mrs. Clinton? Why are you crying?”
Amelia looked up and touched her cheek only to realize that she was crying. She forced a smile and replied, “I’m fine, Molly. Don’t worry.”
Clearly, Molly didn’t believe her. “If you’re fine, then why are you crying?”
Amelia reached over and hugged Molly like a helpless child. “I’m really alright, Molly. I just suddenly felt like crying.”
Heaving a sigh, Molly patted her on the back tenderly and said, “I’m here. You can tell me anything.”
However, Amelia just kept repeating, “I’m really fine. I don’t know what came over me.”
But of course, even without saying, Molly was wise enough to know that when a woman cried, men were usually the reason behind it.
“Did Mr. Clinton make you sad again?”
That question immediately struck a chord in Amelia, and she started crying again. “Molly, do you think Oscar and I can be together forever?”
That was a question she had never dared to ask out loud. She didn’t plan on crying, but it seemed like her pregnancy was messing with her hormones and making her cry even more easily than usual.
Molly was stunned before chuckling. “Silly girl, the two of you are made for each other. Of course you’ll be able to stay together forever. Don’t think too much, alright? Mr. Clinton might think I’m mistreating you if he comes home and sees you like this.”
Amelia started giggling. The tears streaming down her face and the upturned corners of her mouth created a stark contrast against the bitterness in her heart.
Oscar’s ambiguous attitude made Amelia’s life ten times harder. Her heart felt as unclear as to his feelings toward her. For Amelia, loving Oscar was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
