Too Much To Bear My Love

Reality is indeed different from fiction. Regardless of the female lead, the male lead, or the side characters, their fate lies in the author’s hands.

“I’m not gabbing with you any longer. Get the takeout for me when it arrives. I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Amelia plopped down on Tiffany’s one and only bed and dozed off in a matter of seconds.

Sometime later, Amelia was woken up by the fragrant smell of food. She walked out of the bedroom groggily, just in time to see Tiffany setting the dining table.

“Tiff, you cooked? Didn’t I say to order takeout?” Amelia asked, perplexed.

“Well, you’re jilted. I figured I better comfort you with home-cooked food instead.” Tiffany smiled.

with unconcealed doubt and said, “The only time you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when

apron and threw it toward Amelia. “Go wash your face and come eat. Keep yapping

it? But hold up—are they actually edible?” Having thrown out her last jab, Amelia hurriedly dashed back into

shook her head, but

proven that Tiffany’s dishes were not only edible but absolutely scrumptious. That was the only talent she had other than writing manuscripts. As Amelia put it, should her writing career not take off, she could seriously consider being a

last had what you made, Tiff. I didn’t expect your food to still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented. “I

you who could set fire in the kitchen by simply boiling water, it’s not that hard for

do you think I could win Oscar Clinton’s heart if I

work. When would he need your contribution? If I must say, you should divorce him