Too Much To Bear My Love

Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 22

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.

Oscar’s friends were either rich or powerful. Even the ones who were not born into wealthy families had earned their wealth themselves.

Upon entering the room, Amelia realized there were around six to seven people inside.

They exchanged glances, with most of them being curious at who this lady was.

As they were all men, the gathering was not as unwelcoming as she thought it would be.

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

“Oscar, you’re finally here. It was tough trying 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, 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 gentle-looking face and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on.

Oscar then explained to Amelia, “He’s my childhood friend. There are government officials in his family. You can call him Chubs.”

A laugh nearly escaped her.

The man named Chubs gave Oscar a smack. Then turning to Amelia, he enthusiastically introduced himself, “Hello, I’m Jacques Ford. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re much prettier than I imagined. It’s a shame that you’ve married Oscar.”

It seems like Jacques and Oscar are really good friends.

“Hello, I’m Amelia Winters. Just call me Amelia. It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Amelia greeted as she shook his hands.

“Oh, my heart’s melting. Amelia’s so polite!” Jacques exclaimed.

Amelia eventually burst into laughter. Because little did she expect Oscar to have friends as jovial as him. Jacques was nothing like his appearance. No wonder they say you can’t judge a book by its cover.

The other men, too, came forward to introduce themselves. They were all born in either rich families or powerful families. In other words, none were people anyone could easily cross.

“Amelia, don’t mind him. Jacques’ mostly out of his mind.” Kenrick smiled.

Kenrick Lewis’ family was in the real estate and entertainment business. Their family business was major, and he had a company of his own. To sum it up, he was a rich kid who was talented as well.

Amelia responded, “I won’t. You’re much more interesting than I’ve imagined. Well, I guess I won’t need to feel so stressed about messing up while I’m in your presence.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

With Amelia’s easy-going attitude leaving a good impression on them, the gathering continued in a merry atmosphere.