Chapter 146 I Love Him But My Sanity Is Still Intact
“Babe, can you please have some self-respect? Don’t immediately rush over just because of a single word from that man. You’re a human, not a dog he rears, so you have your dignity. It is either you grow a spine, or I’m going to tie you up.”
Upon hearing this, Amelia burst out laughing. “I know you care about me, Tiff. I promise you I’ll protect myself. I love Oscar Clinton, but my sanity is still intact. Love isn’t everything to me, so I’ll stay sensible. Don’t worry, okay?” she coaxed.
However, Tiffany obviously didn’t believe her.
“You? Sensible? You’ll only stay sensible when pigs fly!”
Amelia was torn between laughter and indignation. This is great… she’s comparing me to a pig!
“Alright, let’s not squabble anymore, Tiff. I’m going up for a while, but I’ll be back very soon.”
All at once, Tiffany shot daggers at her. She was so livid that she was on the verge of bursting a blood vessel.
“You’re simply hopeless! I’ve said so much, yet you’re still adamant to go up and look for Oscar Clinton! What if he deliberately acts all lovey-dovey with Cassie Yard in front of you? You’re now with a child, so even the slightest emotional distress might cause a miscarriage. Are you aware of that?” Tiffany lectured her.
“He’s not such a person,” Amelia countered as she shook her head.
At this, Tiffany swallowed her riposte. “I’ll go with you,” she concurred.
Unexpectedly, Amelia shook her head. “I can manage it, Tiff. Just wait for me here, okay? I’ll be back in no time,” she asserted.
“I’ll give you half an hour. If you don’t return within half an hour, I’ll go and look for you upstairs.”
“Okay.”
Then, Amelia went up by herself and found Oscar at the stairwell he mentioned.
A flash of surprise flittered across her eyes when she saw the cigarette butts scattered at his feet and smelled the choking stench of cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
While she had seen him smoke before, he never smoked as much as he did today, always stopping just after a few puffs.
Her heart instantly clenched, and she was gripped by the urge to weep. Oscar Clinton, is Cassie Yard really that important to you that you uncharacteristically smoked so many cigarettes in the hospital? she wondered.
Her emotions were in a chaotic mess.
My husband is in such a sorry state because of another woman. Meanwhile, I’ve been looking forward to his love endlessly. Yet, I always remain standing on the periphery like a stranger.
When Oscar spotted her, he immediately snubbed out the cigarette in his hand. Then, he took her hand and went downstairs, away from the choking cigarette smoke.
As Amelia stood on the stairs, Oscar pulled her into his embrace without even giving her the chance to ask him what had happened.
Rattled, Amelia then struggled for a bit.
“Stay still and let me hug you for a while,” Oscar implored softly.
All at once, Amelia went still. Slowly lifting her hands that were encircled around his waist, she then patted his back lightly.
“What happened?” she asked in a whisper.
However, the only response she received was Oscar hugging her all the tighter.
As Amelia patted his back like a loving mother, she murmured, “I’m here.”
In the next moment, Oscar buried his head into her neck, licking and biting lightly. His breathing became increasingly heavier as well. Instantly, shock swamped Amelia. She was afraid that he would truly lose control and do something indecent here.
Although we’re in the stairwell, and people seldom use the stairs, it doesn’t mean that nobody is around. And if someone so happened to glimpse such a passionate scene on the downstairs, it will be the end of me.
While Oscar’s breathing grew all the heavier, Amelia still kept her wits about her.
“We’re in the hospital here, so please restraint yourself, Mr. Clinton,” she reminded with the final shred of sanity she had left.
In the end, Oscar took a final nip of her before he finally rested his head against her shoulder and panted heavily.
Both of them were rather worked up, and Amelia could even sense moisture gathering between her thighs. In a flash, her face flushed bright red, rendering her as beautiful as a blooming flower.
As Oscar buried his head in her shoulder, he muttered in a hoarse and alluring voice, “Honey, how I wish to devour you right this instance!”
At his remark, the blush on Amelia’s face deepened, and she appeared as beautiful as a picture.
Oscar tightened his hold and hugged her tighter.
“Honey, I love the feeling of having you in my arms,” Oscar confessed.
Nestling in his embrace, Amelia questioned softly, “What happened, Mr. Clinton? Why did you smoke so many cigarettes?”
“It’s just some insignificant troubles. Everything will be settled soon,” Oscar deflected without answering the question.
Wriggling out of his embrace, Amelia lifted her eyes and looked at him solemnly, just like a virtuous and loving wife. “I’m here with you. No matter what the problems are, I’ll lend you my ears.”
Something deep within Oscar softened when he heard that. It’s truly difficult for me to not notice her!
He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. “Cassie was wheeled into the operating room again. The doctor said that she might not be able to get pregnant anymore,” he confessed in a low voice.
Shocked, Amelia blurted, “What happened? Didn’t you say that she’ll be fine as long as she has sufficient care?”
“Something happened just now, so…”
Nevertheless, Amelia didn’t get all nosy and inquire further. Instead, she merely murmured thoughtfully, “If you’re sad, Mr. Clinton, you can cry. It’s not wrong for a man to cry. Plus, I won’t make fun of you.” While I’ll be distressed, I can’t bear to see you suffer.
Amused, Oscar burst into laughter.
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