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.

or powerful. Even the ones who were

room, Amelia realized there were around six to seven people

with most of them being curious at

were all men, the gathering was not as unwelcoming

could recognize two men from her wedding four years ago, but not the other

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

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

laugh nearly

I’m Jacques Ford. It’s a pleasure

and

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