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.

and said, “The only time you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your

Amelia. “Go wash your face and come eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about me stepping foot into the

you cooked. How could I miss it? But hold

lost!” Tiffany shook her head, but her lips

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

been years since I last had what you made, Tiff. I didn’t expect your food to still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented. “I have full faith that you could compete with Gordon

who could set fire in the kitchen by

before abruptly adding, “Tiff, do you think I

wanted home-cooked food, he has plenty of servants to do the work. When would he need your contribution? If I must say, you should divorce