Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 678 Buy A House Each For Your Siblings

Once the Huttons were back at Saspiuburg, Amelia’s life returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, it would soon be Tiffany’s wedding.

Amelia accompanied her to test out the wedding dress that Derrick had custom-made from Irushea. After Tiffany put the dress on, she twirled in front of the mirror and chuckled. “Babe, do I look good?”

Amelia walked over and straightened the edges of the dress. “Tiff, you look exceptionally beautiful today. Even I’m charmed.”

Tiffany blushed and beamed.

Right then, Derrick entered the shop, and Amelia quickly retreated to the side to give the couple some space.

Marriage was a joyful event in life, and Amelia felt that she was lucky to witness it herself.

Back then, she and Oscar did not marry out of love. On the other hand, Tiffany and Derrick decided to get married out of love for each other. That itself was a good reason for others to congratulate them on their union.

As Derrick looked at Tiffany in a daze, he whispered, “Tiff, you look so attractive today.”

Tiffany’s cheeks turned redder, but she deliberately asked, “Do I not look attractive usually?”

“You always do, but you look even more attractive today.”

“What a sweet talker. Tell me. How many women have you said these words to?”

“You’re the only one I’ll say these things to in this life, next life, and the life after next.”

Tiffany giggled.

A smile grew on Derrick’s lips as well. He then reached out to caress her soft cheek and said, “Tiff, it’s time for us to meet my in-laws. It’s my fault that we haven’t met your parents even though we’re about to marry.”

Tiffany chuckled. “They’re flying this afternoon. My family is just a normal family. Mom and Dad haven’t seen much of the world. I’m afraid that the Hissons will look down on them, so I didn’t plan to let them meet your family. You won’t blame me for this, right?”

Derrick shook his head and lovingly told her, “Silly, why would I blame you for this? I should be going to your family home to visit your parents, but you ended up getting them to come before I could do that. As their son-in-law, I am the one who hasn’t done my duty.”

have a long road ahead of us. My parents

nodded. That was all he could

arrived, Derrick invited them over. However, Amelia’s family was the only other ones invited; he was planning to

forward and chuckled, “Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, I’m Amelia. I played with Tiff when I was a kid. Do you remember

watched you grow up, so how can I possibly not remember you? You’re getting prettier and prettier, and I nearly couldn’t recognize you. I haven’t seen you

from the flight. I’ll ask Derrick to send you to the hotel after the meal. You should

she was, Ophelia did not

walked over. Clearly, Derrick already thought of them as his

Reginald saw Derrick, who looked like the prime model of mankind, they

before—he was like one of the gods in the fantastical they

look as charming as him! He’s so beautiful to the point anyone would feel bad about themselves just

Tiffany saw the way her parents were standing transfixed,

your son-in-law. He’s a man, not a god or

came back to their

her eyes at her

has shown us your photo before. You’re already very good-looking in photos. I never thought that you’d look even better in person. You’re just like the gods in the stories. Tiffany’s dad and I are stunned. We thought we’d gone to an alternate universe!”

you didn’t like me. Now, I can be at ease. From now on, I’ll be like your son. This is a gift from me for you and Dad. I hope that

Derrick, for the young man seemed to be well-prepared. Even Reginald, Tiffany’s father,

went to the hotel to put their luggage before

the Winters saw him, they figured out that he was either rich or influential. From that, they understood that Tiffany’s life in Tayhaven was not bad. Not only was she marrying a good

putting down Tony, Oscar greeted, “Hello, Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters,

As a matter of fact, they

dared not do anything

greeted them

sweet with his words, so the Winters couple were instantly

“He’s…”

Winters, Mrs. Winters, he’s my son. His name is Anthony Clinton, and his

looks great. He’s almost like a doll. The children of rich families are really different from

pouring praises on Tony, and it was a nice opening to

she prepared beforehand and gave it to Oscar. “Mrs. Winters, this is a gift to you and Mr. Winters from Oscar and me. I’m not