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.

friends were either rich or powerful. Even the ones who were not born into wealthy families had earned

room, Amelia realized there were around

them being

was not as unwelcoming as she thought it would

wedding four years

to get you to introduce your wife to us and now I finally know why. You’re the kind to keep your precious wife at home, aren’t you? If I were to have a wife as pretty as she is,

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

nearly escaped

smack. Then turning to Amelia, he enthusiastically introduced himself, “Hello, I’m Jacques Ford. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re

and Oscar are really good

Winters. Just call me Amelia. It’s a pleasure to meet you