Molly was carrying the dishes into the kitchen when Oscar wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief and said, “Eat faster. I’ll send you to work.”
Amelia looked at him, half-smiling. “You’ve finally realized your responsibilities as a husband?”
“Hurry up and eat!”
Amelia picked up a piece of toast. Oscar then pointed to the milk next to her and commented, “You’re pregnant. Drink more milk. It’ll be beneficial for the child.”
The hand that was holding the toast froze before she stole a glance at him. She nodded.
In the ambiguous atmosphere, all Amelia could think of was that the breakfast was exceptionally delicious. Everything she ate had been especially sweet.
After breakfast, Amelia changed into her work clothes and grabbed her handbag. “Can we go now, Mr. Clinton?”
He nodded.
She walked toward him and wrapped her arm around his, giggling. “Let’s go.”
As the two of them went out the door, his phone rang. Oscar subconsciously looked at Amelia before he whipped out his phone, seeing the name Cassie Yard flashing on display.
He frowned slightly. Amelia, who had been next to him, naturally saw it too. Her smile faltered as she said snarkily, “Mr. Clinton, your beloved’s calling. Aren’t you gonna pick up? Otherwise, if something happened, you’re gonna blame me for it again.”
Oscar glanced at her displeasedly before he softened his tone and picked up the call. “Cassie, what’s the matter?”
“Oz, are you at work yet?”
“I’m on the way.”
“Oz, are you free to pick me up? My car broke down yesterday. I don’t really want to hail a cab. Will you send me to the team? The baby and I miss you,” Cassie said coquettishly.
Oscar knitted his brows.
“Are you not willing to, Oz? You’re being so cold to me even though I’m carrying your child. Do you not love me anymore?”
Oscar coaxed patiently, “Be good, Cassie. I’ll go visit you in the afternoon. All right?”
Unexpectedly, Cassie threw a little tantrum. “Oz, the baby and I miss you. If you don’t come right now, I’ll return to Erihal right away. As for the baby, I don’t want it anymore either!”
Oscar’s eyebrows were so furrowed they could trap a housefly. “Cassie, don’t be upset. I’ll go right now.” Even if he was slightly annoyed, he still acceded in the end.
“Then come quick, Oz. We miss you so much.” Cassie hung up immediately afterward.
Keeping his phone back into his pocket, Oscar said, “Amelia, go to work on your own. Cassie needs me.”
Amelia wore a smile on her face as she replied, “Mr. Clinton, hurry away. I can go to work alone just fine.”
“Be careful on the road. Call me if you need me.” Oscar leaned closer to give her a peck on her cheek.
She chuckled nonchalantly. “You never used to be so overly careful. It’s just going to work. It’s not a big deal.”
Unsatisfied, Oscar added a couple more instructions before he quickly drove off. As soon as he was gone, the smile on Amelia’s face vanished, a lingering gloom appeared between her eyebrows.
She sat in the car and inhaled a sharp breath before driving out of the neighborhood.
While on the road, she received Tiffany’s call and picked it up without much thought. “Tiff, why are you awake this early?”
“I wrote for the entire night. I’m calling to ask if you’re free tonight? Let’s have dinner together. I’m missing the sweetheart in your tummy,” Tiffany answered.
Amelia chuckled. “Since you’ve asked, how could I say no? It’s been days since we’ve had a meal together anyway. Let’s get together tonight then.”
“Alright. Then I’ll go to bed first. See you tonight.”
“Rest well. I’ll call you in the afternoon to wake you up.”
“Babe, don’t. My editor has been rushing me for my manuscript so much that all that’s in my brain are never-ending plotlines. I haven’t slept well in days, so you better not call me. I’ll call you when I wake up on my own in the evening.”
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