Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 671 A Successful Proposal

As Amelia stepped back to one side and saw Oscar carrying Tony standing on the other side, she

immediately trotted over and intertwined her fingers with his.

“Mommy, you’re back? I missed you so much,” Tony exclaimed.

“My good boy, I’ll cook you your favorite poached pears tomorrow,” Amelia said.

Tony instantly broke into a bright smile. “I love you the most, Mommy.”

Caressing his little, chubby cheeks, Amelia said, “Look, Tony. Mr. Pretty is about to propose to your

godmother. They will get married after a successful proposal. Are you excited about it?”

Tony nodded and replied like an adult, “Tiffy isn’t young anymore. It’s time she should get married.

Then I will have a godfather who will love me too.”

Amelia giggled at that.

Together with Oscar, they cast their gazes toward Tiffany and witnessed the latter’s happy moment with

their own eyes.

“Tiff, I’m not good at honeyed words. But just like the ninety-nine roses I gifted you, I will love you,

adore you, and pamper you until the day I die after we get married,” Derrick said sincerely, fixing his

gaze on Tiffany affectionately.

Tears began to well on the rims of Tiffany’s eyes as she stared lovingly at the man. The two stood

rooted to the ground for a long while.

As a freelance ist, she had written numerous proposal scenes and could use various beautiful

vocabularies to describe the process. But now that it was her turn, she could no longer do the same. All

that she could feel was pin-drop silence blanketing her surrounding, and all that was left was only her

exchanging gazes with the love of her life.

“Tiff, marry me.” Derrick pulled out a small, exquisite box and went on one knee before Tiffany.

Tiffany was still standing there blankly.

Derrick took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Tiffany’s finger. With a smile, he uttered, “Tiff, the

ring is on your finger, and that means you’re my wife from now on.”

Tiffany lifted her hand and brought the dazzling diamond to her line of vision. Her eyes sparkled with

emotions.

A moment later, she broke into a vibrant smile. “The ring is stunning; I love it. I guess I have no other

choice than to accept your proposal. You’re my man from today onward. You can’t cheat on me, and

neither can you mistreat me. Got that?”

Derrick’s eyes were full of adoration as he joyfully pulled her into his embrace and answered with a

deep voice, “Of course.”

Upon a successful proposal, Amelia’s family of three walked up to them. Looking at Tiffany, Tony ran a

finger across his cheek and quipped, “Tiffy, you look embarrassed. Seems like someone’s getting

married, huh?”

Tiffany stared at the boy in amusement and reached out to pinch his cheek. “You cheeky boy. How dare

you tease me?”

Tony did not retaliate and instead allowed her to pinch his cheek.

After she let go of her hand, Tony turned to Derrick with a scowl on his face and said, “Mr. Pretty, I will

leave Tiffy in your care. You must be very, very nice to her, or else I will beat you up when I grow up.”

“Sure thing, Tony,” Derrick answered in a serious tone. Anyone could tell from his gaze that he did not

treat the boy as a child.

Amelia looked at Tiffany. “Congrats, Tiff. You’re getting married. You must live a blissful life with Derrick

and make sure not to throw tantrums.”

With the latter’s face almost buried in the bouquet of roses, she bobbed her head with a smile.

Then, as if he was a magician, Derrick took out another slightly larger, exquisite box out of nowhere.

Upon opening it, he pulled out a diamond necklace engraved with “Tiff&Derry” and put it on Tiffany. “Do

you like it?”

After picking up the necklace for a glance, Tiffany turned to him and asked, “When did you prepare

this?”

“I specially customized it. I participated in the customization too. Do you like it?”

“Of course I do. Thank you.”

Derrick tenderly caressed her face.

Enthusiastic cheers rang out into the air from the crowd in the background. The vibrant fireworks

continued blooming in the sky before fading away.

With the lively scene coming to an end, Amelia and Oscar left the venue. They were wise enough to

create some space and time alone for Tiffany and Derrick.

On their way back, Amelia could not stop smiling the whole time. “Watching the proposal almost made

me feel like I’m marrying off my own daughter,” she emotionally muttered.

Oscar glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smirked. “And you’re happy about that?”

Amelia nodded. “Tiff is my best friend. It’s my biggest wish to see her get married and have kids.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get to see that very soon. But then again, Mrs. Hisson is one big obstacle to handle.

Not only does she not like the idea of her marrying into the family, but there’ll also be a ton of petty

matters awaiting her. You’d better tell her to be mentally prepared for that.”

Amelia shrugged. “I’m not too worried about that. Tiff is one tough woman. I was so naïve and knew

nothing when I married you back then. Not only did your family not like me, but you also neglected and

treated me coldly. But above all, I managed to live with the Clintons for five years. If I can do that, I’m

sure Tiff can too.”

The look in Oscar’s gaze softened, and he did not say anything more.

Back home, Amelia carried Tony to his bed since he had long fallen asleep. Following that, she headed

to the bathroom for a shower before jumping onto the bed and snuggling into Oscar’s embrace. Upon

cozying up comfortably, she shut her eyes tight.

“Are you tired?” Oscar lovingly stroked her hair.

Amelia shook her head.

“Too happy?”

She hummed in response. “I’m deliberating on what gift to prepare for Tiff. I can’t figure out what’s best.

Money feels a little too old-fashioned, and jewelry feels extremely corny. What do you think?”

Oscar was dumbstruck with incredulity and amusement. His hand that was ruffling through her hair

became a lot gentler.

“It’s only a successful proposal at the moment. It’ll probably take another few more months before their

marriage. Don’t you think it’s too early to fret over what gift to prepare?”

Amelia changed her posture and lifted her head. Lightly stroking the man’s cheeks, she merrily asked,

“Oscar, shall we visit the church together? I heard many people visit St. David’s Church as it’s

efficacious to worship there. I’m thinking of visiting in place of Tiff. Perhaps she’ll get pregnant as soon

as she marries Derrick. With a grandchild, I’m sure it’ll lessen Mrs. Hisson’s displeasure toward her.”

Oscar was nonplussed.

“Honey, you’re overthinking. We’re in a medically advanced generation where there’s always IVF. So

long as they aren’t infertile, she’ll get pregnant sooner or later. Besides, Tiffany hasn’t married into the

Hisson family. Are you trying to curse her already?”

Amelia punched him in the chest and pouted. “What nonsense are you spouting? I’m just worried that

Tiff will be busy writing scripts that she won’t have the time to care about her health. That’s why I

wanted to visit the church and pray for her to get pregnant sooner. That way, she won’t be overly

engrossed with work too.”

As much as Oscar thought she was over worrying, he knew it was a kind intention on her part, and

eventually, he agreed to the idea.

“All right. We’ll head over to St. David’s Church tomorrow.”

“Oscar, am I making much ado about nothing?”

“Don’t overthink things. You’re purely concerned about your friend.”

Amelia sighed. “Tiff is the only one I can pour my heart out to. She has done way too many things for

me. My only hope is that she can have a good life after marrying into the Hisson family. I’ve

experienced the worst in the Clinton family, so I hope she’ll be well-loved by them.”

Oscar kissed her on her head and said in a deep voice, “Let’s turn in early.”

Amelia nodded.