Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 508

Each of them went to sleep while harboring different thoughts.

The next morning, Amelia Winters came downstairs and saw Kurt, who was supposed to be out carrying his task, inside her home.

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as she walked down the stairs and asked, “Kurt, when did you come back?”

“Around seven o'clock. Molly opened the door for me.” Kurt looked slightly weary, but the moment he saw her, he felt all the fatigue in his body disappear. It was as though an electric current was slowly flowing through his heart, giving him unlimited energy.

Amelia invited him to take a seat and remarked in concern, “You look like you've lost a lot of weight. The task must have been hard on you, huh?”

That warmed his heart. After sitting down as he was told, he scrutinized Amelia stealthily. It had only been a few days since they last met, but his yearning for her increased instead of decreasing. Even when he was out for the task, he endured his longing by looking at pictures he secretly took of her. His love for her did not fade due to the distance but grew stronger instead.

While gazing at the beaming woman intently, a thought occurred to him. Just as he was about to say something, Tony ran down from upstairs, exclaiming excitedly, “Daddy, you're back. I missed you so much!”

Kurt put his thought aside and picked Tony up, raising him high in the air and spinning him twice. While the boy was having a fit of giggles, Oscar stood on the second floor and watched their interaction silently. His eyes were as calm as the sea, and it was impossible to discern his emotions.

Only when they finished playing did he head downstairs.

When Kurt saw Oscar, he showed deference to him subconsciously. Having put Tony down, he greeted respectfully, “Boss.”

“What's the progress on the task?” Oscar asked impassively.

He never restricted Tony from interacting with Kurt, which was the greatest tolerance a man could offer. After all, no man could tolerate close contact between a rival in love and his own son. Only someone like Oscar could achieve such a feat.

“It's completed.”

Oscar merely nodded in response.

The three adults and one child sat down at the dining table to eat breakfast in silence. Although Tony was only two years old, he always conducted himself with the proper etiquette and ate by himself. His posture as he held his cutlery was also quite decent.

After breakfast, Tony clung to Kurt tightly, so Oscar and Amelia did not insist on sending him to the Clinton residence. Oscar simply made a call and informed his parents that he would not be sending the boy over before going to work that day.

In the car, Amelia glanced at Oscar, hesitated, and finally asked, “Oscar, does it bother you when Tony clings to Kurt?”

Oscar's eyes darted between the road and her before he smiled. “Why? Are you afraid I'll be jealous?”

“Not really. I'm just putting myself in your shoes. If my son were very close with a woman who was obviously interested in you, I might explode with jealousy. I deliberately ignored this issue before, but I started to think about it when I saw how much Tony clung to Kurt earlier. I'm just worried that you'd be uncomfortable,” she said seriously.

“I said from the beginning that I would get jealous. Even so, you didn't stay away from Kurt. I'm a man, so I won't make you break off contact with all your male friends for the sake of my selfishness. As long as you know how to keep a proper distance between man and woman, I won't say anything else. Amelia, don't group me in with those cowardly and unconfident men.”

After a pause, he said domineeringly, “I'm not like them. I'll never be afraid of my woman being desired by other men.”

Amelia let out a soft chuckle.

“Oscar, you always have a knack for dispelling my worries with ease,” she remarked thoughtfully.

“Stop thinking nonsense, you silly woman. I don't have much of a problem with Tony being close to Kurt. Don't think so badly of me. I'm not that petty.”

She cast her eyes downward and smiled.

Oscar drove to the entrance of her workplace and said, “We're here.”

Amelia unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered, “Oscar, thank you for being so tolerant with me. If you really don't like it, I'll keep a distance from other men for you. You're the most important person to me.”

After saying that, she got out of the car.

Oscar stroked the cheek she had kissed and shook his head dotingly. A few moments later, he finally drove away, and his car just happened to pass by Rory, who was walking toward the entrance.

She raised her hand to wave to him, but his car went by without stopping. Thus, she shook her raised hand awkwardly before lowering it.

“Little girl, you'd better not yearn for him when he's not from the same company. This isn't a romance show where the CEO will fall in love with Cinderella, who has no power, money, or authority,” Lydia said somewhat disdainfully, holding her bag and walking over in high heels.

Rory glanced at her, restrained the fury from showing on her face, and greeted reluctantly, “Hello, Lydia.”

Never in her wildest dream did she expect the woman she had never seen eye to eye with would suddenly become her superior. She felt as disgusted as though she had just swallowed a large fly.

“Get to work now, or you'll be late. I'm telling you—even if you have Amelia's and Mr. Moore's protection, your perfect-attendance reward will still be deducted if you're tardy. As women, we have to rely on ourselves, so don't keep thinking of using shortcuts to reach the top in one step. Don't bite off more than you can chew, or you'll find yourself choking easily. The loss isn't worth it.” After cautioning her, Lydia took the lead and strutted away in her high heels, leaving Rory behind with a ferocious scowl on her face.

“Don't be so complacent, Lydia. It's not a big deal for an old hag like you to be promoted to a supervisor! Just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I become a manager,” the latter spat viciously. Change is the only constant in life, and revenge is a dish best served cold. One day, I'll trample over everyone who bullied me in the workplace.

Having composed herself, she entered the company.

“Amelia.” Rory became that sweet-talking girl again the second she stepped foot into the design department.

“Rory, are you feeling better?” Amelia asked with concern.

“I'm feeling much better, Amelia. Thank you for your concern.”

“That's good to hear. Go on with your work.”

“Sure.”

The people in the department worked peacefully.