Chapter 168 I Would Love Anything From You
After Stephanie left, Cassie continued to lay on the bed as she stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.
She then pulled out her phone and called a very familiar number.
It took quite a few tries before the other side finally picked up. Cassie’s voice immediately softened. “Oz, I thought you were going to visit me at the hospital. Are you on your way?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Yard. This is Amelia. Oscar is currently in the shower. He asked me to let you know that he’s quite tired after taking care of you the past few days, so he won’t be visiting tonight,” Amelia’s businesslike tone informed Cassie.
Cassie’s expression immediately soured. “I bet you’re feeling pretty good about yourself now, Amelia,” she said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Ms. Yard. If you have nothing else to say, I’ll be hanging up.”
“Wait,” Cassie said. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Oz is mine. He always has and always will be mine. If you have even half a brain left, then you should leave and take that sorry excuse of a child away too. If not, I’m going to make sure your child never sees the outside world.”
Amelia frowned but tried her best to stay patient. “Ms. Yard, I understand that you must be in a bad mood due to your miscarriage. I’ll pretend I never heard what you just said. Anyway, you should rest early as it’s getting late.”
“Amelia!” Cassie screamed into the phone, giving Amelia a shock.
“You better watch it. Oz is only treating you nicely because of that bastard child in your stomach. Besides, he’s already promised me that he’ll leave you once you give birth to the baby,” Cassie said haughtily.
Nonetheless, Amelia’s voice remained calm. “Thanks for the reminder, Ms. Yard. However, it’s none of your business if and when Oscar and I ever get a divorce, even if you become his wife in the future. Please remember that as of right now, I’m the woman he married. I have the right to protect my own marriage. As for you, don’t you feel embarrassed being so unreasonable and cocky? I bet the Yard family must feel incredibly ashamed that one of their own has resorted to being a mistress. Where did your dignity go? I really don’t understand how you have the confidence to say and do such things.”
“Amelia-”
“Ms. Yard, I believe Oscar and I will be in love for the rest of our lives. Yes, he may have talked about getting a divorce before, but it’s been months, and my baby is almost due. I believe he’s still in love with me, so I think you should learn your lesson and leave before it’s too late,” Amelia fired back calmly.
If it wasn’t for Oscar cooking her that meal, she might have held back. But after experiencing that homely, comfortable warmth, she couldn’t bear to think about him leaving her. She would protect her marriage till the very end for herself and for her baby.
Cassie’s expression resembled one of an angry bull. Her breathing started becoming irregular huffs out of rage.
“Watch out, Amelia Winters.”
Amelia didn’t notice anything off with Cassie and simply replied, “I’ll be hanging up now, Ms. Yard.”
After hanging up, Oscar opened the bathroom door and walked out in just his underwear.
Amelia blushed at the sight of Oscar’s perfect figure on nearly full display in front of her. Instinctively, she looked away.
Oscar walked over and pulled her face toward his before kissing her firmly. At the sight of his phone in her hand, he asked, “Who called?”
Amelia came back to her senses and said, “It was from Ms. Yard. She asked me if you were going to go back to the hospital for tonight.”
Oscar looked at her. “What did you say?”
Almost as if testing the waters, Amelia replied, “I told her you wanted to spend time with your wife at home today. Is that an adequate answer, Mr. Clinton?”
Oscar chuckled. “That’s my honey.”
Amelia immediately cheered up as if she had gotten a shot of confidence.
Oscar then lay down, with Amelia naturally curling up in his embrace. He stroked her slightly rounded stomach softly. She wasn’t showing as much as other pregnant women would around this stage, but her belly was still rounded and pretty fun to touch.
Amelia smiled gently and asked, “Mr. Clinton, would you like to speak to the baby?”
Oscar leaned his head closer to her belly and said quietly, “Hi, baby. This is your dad. Be nice to your mom, and don’t give her trouble, okay?”
Amelia stroked her fingers through Oscar’s slightly stiff hair and said, “Do you want a son or a daughter?”
“A son,” Oscar said straightaway,
Amelia froze for a second. She thought Oscar would have given the age-old cheesy answer, “as long as it’s with you, I couldn’t care less.” Thus, she hadn’t expected him to give such a straightforward answer.
Amelia felt a little pressured and asked hesitantly, “Do you not want a little girl?”
“The Clinton family needs a son to be our heir. Though personally, I would like a daughter,” Oscar replied.
Amelia’s hand stopped, and her gaze became uncomfortable. “Mr. Clinton, what if I give birth to a baby girl instead?”
Oscar looked at her and chuckled. “Silly girl. I would love anything from you.”
Yet, Amelia’s expression was still uneasy.
In fact, her palms had started sweating, and she asked anxiously, “Do you really want a son that badly?”
Upon that, Oscar lifted his head and leaned against the headboard as he took Amelia closer in his arms. “The Clinton family needs an heir after all. Our business can never fall into an outsider’s hands. That’s why I need a son.”
At that moment, Amelia felt like asking, Just a son? From any woman? Does it have to be mine, or do you not care?
However, she forced the words back down before she could blurt them out.
She knew how stupid the question was. Just as Oscar had explained, the Clinton family business was extremely successful and was about to extend into the Erihal market. Besides that, their products had already made their way into the Koandria, Jetroina, and Thymion markets.
Oscar lifted her chin. “Is something wrong?”
Amelia forced a smile. “No.”
Oscar pulled her even closer and whispered, “Don’t worry. Mom will love the kid no matter if it’s a boy or girl.”
Amelia blurted out, “What about you?”
Would you be okay with a daughter too? Or are you going to treat her as a burden?
This man was just too hard to figure out. She always had to make guesses and tiptoe over the wall he had built. Yet the moment she seemed to get closer, he added another layer and blocked her out.
Amelia was always nervous when she was with him. She was afraid that Oscar didn’t feel a thing for her and that he wouldn’t love their child. Fear entrapped her, and it was all because Oscar had never given her the sense of security she needed.
She acted strong-willed on the surface as if nothing fazed her. Even so, under the surface, her thoughts ran wild, and she took every little thing into account. This left her heart vulnerable. Still, she put up a nonchalant front, so everyone else would think she was just a simple-minded girl.
Oscar flicked her nose lightly and said, “What do you think? Could I bear to hate my own kid?”
Amelia finally calmed down and relaxed deeper into his touch.
Then, Oscar patted her on the back and said soothingly, “It’s late. Let’s sleep.”
Nodding, Amelia buried her face into his chest. The unfamiliar sense of security lulled her to sleep soon enough.
Oscar just watched her face quietly, caressing her soft skin as he murmured, “Silly girl. Sometimes I have no idea what to do with you. Am I in love with you? All I know is that I’m starting to love spending time with you and that I don’t feel like letting go.”
This was entirely the truth. He truly had no idea what to do about Amelia anymore. Before, he would have been completely fine with paying her to leave him. Now, however, he felt like forcing this marriage to end by just paying her to leave would be a slap to Amelia’s face.
Ring! Ring! Oscar was shaken out of his stupor by a sudden ringtone. He picked up the phone only to see Elizabeth’s name on the screen. With a frown, he hung up instantly before shutting his phone off.
Then, he placed the phone on the bedside table and fell asleep with Amelia in his arms.
The next day, Amelia woke up still snuggled into Oscar’s arms. She giggled once she looked at Oscar’s fringe, which had stuck up somehow while he was sleeping. Reaching out her fingers, she playfully pinched his nose, letting go every time he seemed like he was about to wake up.
Amelia kept playing around with Oscar’s sleeping face until she decided to get up and get ready. After freshening up in the bathroom, she put on a simple white shift dress and went downstairs.
At the same time, Molly was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Amelia walked in and smiled. “Morning, Molly. What’s for breakfast?”
Molly looked up at her and smiled as if she were a parent watching their child. “Good morning, Mrs. Clinton. Did you rest well?”
Amelia nodded.
“It smells great in here. Is that bacon I smell?”
Molly nodded and said, “I went to the market especially early this morning, so I could pick out some fresh goods to go with it.”
Hearing that, Amelia hugged her warmly.
“Molly, you’re the best.”
Molly chuckled and said, “Mrs. Clinton, you’re still as child-like as ever even though you’re about to have a child of your own.”
Amelia giggled. “You’re practically like my real mom at this point. Of course I can act like a child in front of you. Do you not like it?”
“Of course I do,” Molly said gently. “Did Mr. Clinton come home last night?”
Amelia nodded in response. “He’s still asleep upstairs.”
For some reason, Molly seemed thankful for that. “Mrs. Clinton, Mr. Clinton is a busy man. I hope you’ll be able to keep an open mind and let him do what he has to do. After all, he’s a man, and they all have lives outside the home. Don’t worry too much.”
At that, Amelia looked at Molly suspiciously and asked, “What are you trying to say?”
Molly thought things through before deciding to remind Amelia after all. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Clinton. I heard from Mrs. Clinton that Ms. Yard is in the hospital. I just don’t want you to worry too much if he doesn’t come home as often.”
Amelia asked calmly, “Do you know Cassie too?”
“Mrs. Clinton, I’m telling you this because I really do love you as I would my own daughter. I knew Ms. Yard since I was the Clintons’ maid. Mr. Clinton had a relationship with her once, but they broke it off five years ago. Now, you’re the one Mr. Clinton loves. Don’t think too much. I can tell he loves you a lot.”
Hearing Molly’s response, Amelia chuckled. “I knew about Cassie a long time ago. Oscar is a great man, so obviously there would be plenty of other women surrounding him. Anyway, don’t worry; I won’t misunderstand anything. As long as I’m the woman right by his side, it doesn’t matter. Isn’t that right, Molly?”
Molly smiled.
“That’s right, Mrs. Clinton. I was starting to worry that you and Mr. Clinton would start arguing and drift apart.”
Amelia shook her head.
After that, Molly finally stopped worrying and finished preparing breakfast.
