Too Much to Bear My Love

Reality is indeed different from fiction. Regardless of the female lead, the male lead, or the side characters, their fate lies in the author’s hands.

“I’m not gabbing with you any longer. Get the takeout for me when it arrives. I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Amelia plopped down on Tiffany’s one and only bed and dozed off in a matter of seconds.

Sometime later, Amelia was woken up by the fragrant smell of food. She walked out of the bedroom groggily, just in time to see Tiffany setting the dining table.

“Tiff, you cooked? Didn’t I say to order takeout?” Amelia asked, perplexed.

“Well, you’re jilted. I figured I better comfort you with home-cooked food instead.” Tiffany smiled.

you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing

come eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about me stepping foot into

once-in-a-blue-moon thing that you cooked. How could I miss it? But hold up—are they actually edible?” Having thrown out her last jab, Amelia

shook her head, but her lips curved into

That was the only talent she had other than writing manuscripts. As Amelia put it, should her writing career not take off, she could seriously consider being a chef instead. Based on the magic she’d worked in the kitchen that night, it wouldn’t

expect your food to still taste like heaven,” Amelia complimented. “I have full

packaged deal. Besides, compared to you who could set fire in the kitchen by simply boiling water, it’s not that hard for me to be

before abruptly adding, “Tiff, do you think I could win Oscar

to Clinton Corporations with a net worth in the billions. What food do you suppose he’s never had before? Even if he wanted home-cooked food, he has plenty of servants to do the work. When would he need your contribution? If I must say, you should divorce him as soon as possible and earn a comfortable sum of alimony. You’ve been married for four years. Don’t wait until you lose both the man and the money