Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar parked his car outside a farmstay on the outskirts. It wasn’t until Amelia got down from the car did she notice the name of the place—Happy Farmstay.

The corner of Amelia’s mouth twitched. What a simple name.

“This place belongs to one of my friends. Let’s head inside,” Oscar informed, walking toward her.

As soon as they entered, a fancily dressed server walked over and bowed with a smile. “Mr. Clinton? They are already waiting inside.”

Oscar hummed in reply.

“Mr. Clinton, this way, please.” The server then motioned them toward the inside.

On the way to their destination, Amelia had sighed in awe of how luxurious the farmstay looked. She had thought that it was an ordinary farmstay, but the farmstay had some vintage elements added to it, so it now looked elegant and lavish. Moreover, the farmstay seemed spacious—Amelia was sure that the owner must have invested a hefty sum in it.

Even the ones who were not born into

room, Amelia realized there were around six

them being curious at who this lady

men, the gathering was not

recognize two men from her wedding four years ago,

to keep your precious wife at home, aren’t you? If I were to have a wife as pretty as

explained to Amelia, “He’s my childhood friend. There are government officials in his family. You can call

nearly

enthusiastically introduced himself, “Hello, I’m Jacques Ford. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re much prettier than I imagined. It’s a shame that

like Jacques and Oscar

call me Amelia. It’s a pleasure to meet you too,”