Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 57

Having said that, Jennifer looked at Amelia’s belly subconsciously. “Are you perhaps pregnant, Ms. Winters? It looks like you are.”

Amelia’s expression stiffened a little. Then smiling, she said, “It’s just that I’ve been overindulging myself recently and have gained some weight.”

Jennifer grinned. “I’m sorry. But from the look of your belly, it seems that you’re pregnant.”

Amelia replied, “What keen eyes you have, Ms. Larson. I’ve tried to disguise it with loose-fitting clothes, but I didn’t expect you to notice it.”

Jennifer grinned.

Amelia added, “Carter, Ms. Larson is your friend anyway. You should send her home first. I will take a walk alone.”

Carter wanted to take her hand, but he put his hand down on second thought. “Let me take you home, Amelia. You’re all wet.”

Amelia noticed the other lady’s unpleasant expression, but she nodded and said, “Let’s go.”

Carter could not hide his grin and his mood seemed to have brightened a little.

Upon arrival at the neighborhood where she lived, Amelia opened the car door and said, “Thanks for the ride, Carter.”

Carter quickly unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, and said, “Amelia, wait up.”

Amelia paused in her track, then turned her head to glance at Carter who was walking toward her. “Carter, what’s the matter?”

Carter took off his suit jacket. “Put this on. Be careful not to catch a cold. Call me if anything happens.”

Amelia wanted to take off the suit, but Carter grabbed her hand and insisted, “Amelia, put it on.”

“You should leave your suit for your lady. Save the courtesy toward my wife, please.” Oscar’s voice was heard from afar. Amelia traced the voice and discovered the former leaning against the car.

Amelia’s eyes twinkled. She took off Carter’s suit and gave it back to him, saying, “It’s getting late, Carter. You should go and send Ms. Larson back.”

Carter nodded and returned to his car.

“Just a second, Mr. Scott. I am not finished,” Oscar piped up.

Carter paused and turned around. “How may I help you, Mr. Clinton?”

“Amelia is my wife. Her well-being is my responsibility, so you need not worry about her. She only treats you as a friend. You wouldn’t want our marriage to fall apart because of you, would you?”

Carter smirked and said, “If only you were more concerned about your wife, perhaps I wouldn’t have to trouble myself to care about her.”

“Just remember your place, Mr. Scott,” Oscar said. “Oh, by the way, I think you’re a perfect match with the lady next to you. You should probably propose to her and get married soon, lest the lady overthink.”

Carter wanted to respond, but Amelia stepped forth and interrupted, “Just go on your way now, Carter. I appreciate what you’ve done for me today.”

Carter nodded. He then went around the car to the driver’s seat and revved up the engine before driving out of the neighborhood. Jennifer, who was sitting in the passenger seat, chuckled and said, “I didn’t expect you to have a thing for married women. You have such good qualities. Are you sure you want to downgrade your own status?”

Carter shot her a look. “We don’t know each other very well, Ms. Larson. Maybe you should mind your own business. Amelia and I are both innocent so please watch your mouth.”

Jennifer leisurely leaned back in the passenger seat. “When I first saw you, I was like—how could there be such a perfect-looking guy in this country? And since my parents have been praising you all the time, I thought they were finally right this time.”

Jennifer continued, “But now it seems that your look is your only gift. Your shortcoming is that your taste in women is too bad. You shouldn’t have fallen for a married woman no matter what. I see that man is not easy to mess with.”

Carter steered the wheel and stopped the car directly on the side of the road. He uttered coldly, “Get out.”

Jennifer glanced at the road where only a few vehicles were passing by. She then pointed at herself and questioned in disbelief, “Are you seriously asking me to get down from here?”

Carter nodded without emotion.

Jennifer tittered. “You’re not that petty, right, Carter?”

“Yes, I am,” Carter admitted without much care.

“I don’t know the way around here. How are you going to explain to our parents if something were to happen to me?” Jennifer pouted.

“Out,” Carter repeated coldly.