Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 77

“The lawyers are dealing with it now. We should be able to leave soon,” Carter assured her.

Oscar stood next to Amelia, hugged her by the waist, and confessed shamelessly, “Yes, Cassie did call to say she and her baby missed me and wanted me to spend time with them. I did not have a chance to go because your so-called friend bashed me up.”

Amelia was stumped for a moment. Then she chuckled and asked, “So that is how the fight started? I am curious to know how the two of you met in the first place.”

Carter gave her a brief recount.

Amelia glanced towards Oscar and jested, “Mr. Clinton, aren’t you busy at work with some business associates? How did you end up fighting instead?”

Oscar self-consciously touched his nose, embarrassed by her jibe.

Thankfully, the two lawyers walked in, saving Oscar from the awkward situation.

“Mr. Clinton, we can leave now.” Oscar’s lawyer said to him.

“Mr. Carter, you are free to leave,” Carter’s lawyer reported.

The five of them walked out of the police station. “Carter, remember to apply some medication on your wounds. It won’t be good to show up at work tomorrow with such nasty bruises,” Amelia nagged with concern.

“I will. Have a safe trip home. Call me when you get home.” Carter reassured her gently.

Oscar was irate. He arrogantly wrapped his arms around Amelia and said, “Mr. Scott, you don’t have to worry a thing about my woman. Move along. It is getting late. Amelia and I will leave now.”

With that, he bundled Amelia into the car, and together with their lawyer, they drove away.

“Mr. Carter, let’s go. I will give you a ride home,” Mr. Denzel Yancey, Carter’s lawyer, offered. “I have arranged for someone to drive your car back from the bar,” he added.

Carter nodded and the two got into the car.

Denzel was Carter’s peer. They both graduated from the same college, just different faculty. Denzel studied Law while Carter studied Business, so they technically had a senior-junior relationship.

Since Carter started his own business, the two had worked closely together. They were partners at work but buddies off-work.

“She’s the one you love, right?” Denzel asked.

“How did you figure that out?” Carter muttered as he loosened his tie and slouched into the passenger seat.

“Your eyes never left her! Isn’t that obvious enough?” Denzel was observant.

Carter kept quiet. That was as good as an affirmation for Denzel.

“So you are really doomed. I have never seen you in this state,” Denzel uttered. “Ms. Winters is indeed a beauty, a man’s dream girl. The problem is she is married! Do you have to get yourself into this entanglement?”

Carter looked at him and just said, “She is very fine.”

Denzel gave up. “All right. I was nosy. My apologies. Still, I think the two of you ain’t a good match.”

Carter was ruffled. “I am aware,” he said.

“You are? And yet you let yourself get into this predicament? I don’t know you as being so irrational.” Denzel was puzzled.

“I met her in college. It was love at first sight. I just can’t get her out of my mind, even after she got married. What can I do?” Carter divulged.

Denzel was stunned! “Carter, I did not expect you to be so besotted! So you are love-struck, got busted, fought with her husband, and ended up in the police station?”

“No!” Carter sulked.

“No?” His reply confused Denzel.

“I just picked on him cos I hated the way he looked. Why? Can’t I do that?” Carter retorted wilfully.

“Don’t get mad. I am not stopping you. I just never knew you could be so impulsive. Turning rebellious and combative at a ripe old age of 30? You are indeed exceptional!” Denzel shrugged it off with a laugh.

Carter closed his eyes and ignored him. Denzel was not bothered and kept his peace.

On the other side, the atmosphere between Oscar and Amelia was awkward. Not long after his lawyer, Mr. Zeller, drove them away from the police station, Oscar spoke, “Mr. Zeller, could you alight here and grab a cab home? I will return you the car tomorrow.”

“Sure, Mr. Clinton. I’ll leave you from here. Call me if you need me,” Mr. Zeller obliged.

After Mr. Zeller left, Oscar moved into the driver’s seat and drove away in silence.

Amelia was puzzled. This man is temperamental. Just earlier, he was lovey-dovey at the police station. Now, he is pulling a long face. Amelia could not figure out which was his true self.

“Mr. Clinton, are you mad?” she inquired.

A reticent Oscar continued to drive on.

“Looks like someone is really mad.” Amelia poked her head from the back seat, peeked at Oscar, and teased.

Oscar glimpsed at her, stopped the car, and ordered, “Come sit up front.”

“Thank you, Mr. Clinton, but I think it is spacious and comfortable back here. I will stay put.” Amelia spurned the idea.

“Move up to the front. Don’t make me repeat that,” warned Oscar.

Amelia compliantly moved to the passenger seat.