Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 139 He Is A Charming Man

Tiffany observed Amelia and Derrick. She was not a fool and understood perfectly well the hidden

agenda behind their dialogues.

Derrick served Tiffany some food. “You’ve slimmed down recently. Eat more.”

Realizing what she was served, Tiffany took a peek at Amelia, who was enjoying her meal with her head

down, and then she cast a surprised look at Derrick.

“Why? You don’t like it? I remember you like Coq Au Vin,” Derrick said confidently.

Puzzled, Tiffany asked, “How did you know that my favorite is Coq Au Vin?”

“When there’s a will, there’s a way,” Derrick replied.

She could not help but feel her heart soften as the man’s words made her heart ripple.

I acknowledged Derrick as a very outstanding person. His face is perfectly chiseled and his gestures are

always reminded her of the elegance of a prince. He’s a ten out of ten. How can I not be moved when

such a rare gem goes the extra mile to get to know me?

I’m a best-selling author who’s written a plethora of s, from romance, fiction, to horror. Yet, I’m

never in any relationship now and neither have I had many boyfriends in real life. All of my past love

stories ended in tragedies, either I dumped the person for being insincere or that I was dumped for not

being gentle.

I have mixed feelings about Derrick. His actions touched my heart, but I am also confused and fearful. It

is the feeling of a poor person being blessed with a million in wealth out of the blue. First, the person is

stunned. Then, he feels troubled for not knowing how to spend it or worried that the money might just

disappear into thin air.

Anxieties crept up in her, causing her to feel uneasy. However, she had nothing to begin with. Therefore,

she was not afraid of losing anything.

Amelia’s lips curled upward. “Wow, it seems to me that Derrick, the big boss, is putting in a lot of effort to

learn about the best-selling author, Tiff.”

Keeping silent, Derrick continued serving Tiffany more food.

Tiffany glanced at Amelia. “Babe, go ahead and stuff yourself, or Sweetheart is going to start a protest.”

Amelia obliged. “Mmm… the food tastes so good today. I wonder if it’s because we have a real looker

dining with us.”

Tiffany retorted, “Babe, don’t forget your status as a married woman. It doesn’t matter if he is handsome

or not, it’s got nothing to do with you. Cast your dirty thoughts away and focus on the meal.”

Amelia teased her, “I’m taken, but you’re not. Since your boss is still single and ready to mingle, why

don’t you consider dating him?”

Tiffany darted her a warning to keep her mouth shut.

Turning away, Amelia asked, “Derrick, I heard from Tiff that the cover page for her new paranormal

romance is done and it’s going to be published in two months. Is that so?”

Derrick nodded. “The editing is completed. Two months from now, it’ll be sold on various online platforms

and bookshops. There’ll be a large-scale press conference too. If the sales are good, we’ll organize a

signing event too. The team has put in a lot of effort working on Tiff’s paranormal romance . I’m

sure it’ll be a new hit in the market.”

Amelia agreed. “Wishing you all the best, Tiff, and hope it brings greater profits to your company!”

Feeling happy, Derrick chimed in, “Please also wish me luck in marrying my dream girl.”

Amelia followed suit, “I wish you all the best in claiming your beloved. However, I think she’s not falling

head over heels for you yet, so you’ve got to work harder, Derrick.”

“That’s for sure!”

Tiffany ate quietly.

They spent two hours having dinner. When they left the restaurant, they were greeted by a dark grey sky

across the horizon. The city was well lit by dim street lamps and flashing neon lights.

Derrick was a gentleman. “Ladies, do I have the pleasure of driving you both home?”

Amelia let Tiffany decide, but she declined right away, “Thanks for offering, Mr. Hisson. We drove this

evening, so please don’t trouble yourself.”

Derrick nodded helplessly. “All right then, drive safe. I’m glad to have a nice meal together with you both.

I’ll be the host when we meet next time. Please allow me to exercise my duty as a gentleman.”

Amelia said politely, “Sure, it’s your treat next round. Anyhow, by our next appointment, I hope to see you

wearing a different identity instead of Tiff’s boss.”

A confident smug appeared on his face. “Most definitely!”

Amelia winked at him playfully. “Well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”

Derrick turned to Tiffany. “Please think of me when you get home, Tiff.”

Tiffany almost vomited blood out of annoyance. She avoided his intense gaze. “Have a safe drive home,

Mr. Hisson.”

Derrick quirked his lips slightly and said, “I’ll see you off first.”

Tiffany bowed her head and pouted. “Suit yourself.” She then held Amelia’s hand and walked toward her

car.

Seeing how she sped off, Amelia asked, “Are you upset?”

Tiffany hit the steering wheel lightly. “Babe, why do I have a feeling that you’ve sold me out to Derrick?”

Amelia laughed out loud. “If he’s the one for you, I don’t mind doing that at zero cost.”

Feeling rather disappointed, Tiffany explained, “Babe, you aren’t blind and you can see the vast

difference between us. You know how it’s like to be married into a prominent family, more than anyone

else. Are you sure you want me to follow your footsteps?”

Sitting on the passenger seat, Amelia responded, “Tiff, it’s not as complicated as you think it is. It all

depends on your lover’s attitude. If you have him on your side, your marriage will be a blissful one even if

when you are faced with multiple challenges. On the other hand, if you don’t have the right person with

you, you’ll suffer in agony albeit presented with rare delicacies and priceless luxuries.”

That was the reflection of Amelia’s true feelings.

Being the daughter-in-law of the Clintons, she was lucky to have met a mother-in-law like Mrs. Clinton,

who treated her like her own daughter. She gave her a sense of belonging. Although the rest of the

Clintons would jeer at her sometimes, they still tolerated her flaws.