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.

powerful. Even the ones who were not born

realized there were around six to seven people

them being curious at who this

all men, the gathering was not as unwelcoming as she thought it

men from her wedding four years ago, but not

If I were to have a wife as pretty as she is, I’d have kept her away from your eyes too.” The one speaking looked as though he was in his mid-twenties. He had a

friend. There are government officials in his family. You can

laugh nearly

Ford. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re much prettier

seems like Jacques and Oscar

Just call me Amelia. It’s a pleasure