Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 76

“Oscar Clinton, how shameless can you be?” Carter sarcastically asked.

“What is causing you such great angst, Mr. Scott? Sex between a married couple can’t possibly be called shameful, can it? Don’t tell me a grown man like you is still a virgin!” Oscar teased.

Carter took a sip of alcohol to mask his sorrow.

“Mr. Scott, this bar is famous for its beauties. All it takes is a snap of your fingers, and they will flock to you.” Oscar continued to push him.

Carter just quietly drank his liquor, lost in thoughts.

Oscar lifted his glass and started drinking too. For a rare moment, a sense of peace prevailed.

Finally, Carter broke the silence. “Mr. Clinton, please treat Amelia well. She had a hard life. Outwardly, she may seem to be fearless, but she has a really kind and gentle soul. If you are the one she loves, I am willing to retreat and watch over her from a distance.”

Oscar was tickled. “Mr. Scott, are you playing the role of a melodramatic second male lead?”

Carter was not disturbed by Oscar’s comment. “The male lead usually has affairs with different women while the second male lead is destined to watch over the heroine. If Amelia is meant to be the female lead of this drama, then I will willingly take the supporting role. I will do anything so long as she can be happy.”

Oscar laughed out loud. “What a passionate man you are, Mr. Scott. Unfortunately, this act does not sit well with me. You should be grateful I am not bashing you up for eyeing my woman.”

Carter can only put on a miserable smile. He composed himself and said, “Mr. Clinton, how about we reconcile and enjoy a drink together?”

“Reconcile? Were we ever in conflict, Mr. Scott?” Oscar questioned.

Carter was caught off guard. “No. No conflict at all. Everything happens for a reason. Let’s drink to our acquaintance!” He laughed it off.

Oscar summoned the servers and asked for the best booze they have. He mixed the different booze, creating a potent cocktail. “The whole idea of drinking is to get high. You wouldn’t mind this, would you?” He challenged Carter.

One can never show any sign of weakness in the face of their competitor. Carter took a glass of the cocktail and downed it. “Impressive! Come, have another,” Oscar urged.

“Shouldn’t Mr. Clinton have one yourself?” Carter countered.

Oscar took a glass and did a bottoms-up too.

“Well done, Mr. Clinton,” Carter reciprocated.

And with that, they took turns to down glass after glass and finished the few bottles in no time. They held their drinks well and were amazingly sober.

“Mr. Scott, you sure can hold your liquor,” Oscar praised.

“Not too bad yourself.” Carter returned the compliment.

“Good to meet an impressive drinking partner. Shall we do an all-nighter, Mr. Scott?” Oscar started pouring for Carter again.

Carter nodded, and just as the two raised their glasses to toast, Oscar’s phone rang. He picked the call, but before he can utter a word, Cassie can be heard beseeching, “Oz, I miss you. Our baby misses you too. Please come visit us at the Yard Manor.”

“Cassie, I can’t hear you well. Can you repeat that?” The room was too noisy, and Oscar was straining to hear her.

“Oz, where are you? Why is there so much noise in the background?” Cassie questioned.

“I am in a bar,” Oscar replied truthfully.

“Oz, the baby and I miss you. Would you come by to spend time with us?” Cassie pleaded.

“Cassie dear, I am with some clients now. It is also getting late. Don’t wait up. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow,” Oscar said after a moment of hesitation.

Cassie wasn’t pleased with that. “Do you not love me anymore? Before I got pregnant, you said you will treat me well. No matter where you are, you will come running to me when I need you. Now you use work as an excuse to brush me off. Are you having second thoughts about marrying me?” she woefully asked.

Oscar seemed flustered. Maybe the liquor was taking effect on him. “Cassie, stop this fuss and go to bed. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow.” He was curt.

Cassie went silent for a moment, then she sobbed, “Oz, you don’t love me anymore.”

“Cassie dear, I am with my business associates. You wouldn’t want to distract me from work, would you?” Oscar tried to keep his cool and coaxed her.

“So I am still the love of your life?” Cassie sought his assurance.

Oscar fiddled with his tie fretfully but made the effort to sweet-talk Cassie. “Of course I still love you, Cassie. Now, go to bed, and I’ll see you and the baby tomorrow.”