Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 11

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.

Amelia stared at her with unconcealed doubt and said, “The only time you’re not lazing around like a couch potato is when you’re writing your manuscripts. What’s gotten into you today?”

Tiffany removed her apron and threw it toward Amelia. “Go wash your face and come eat. Keep yapping on and you can forget about me stepping foot into the kitchen again.”

“Got it! I’m going right away. It’s a 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 hurriedly dashed back into the bedroom.

“Get lost!” Tiffany shook her head, but her lips curved into a smile nonetheless.