A Saint Also Has Two Faces.

I look around the bakery after the morning rush finally ends, and I make my way to the front of the shop to clean up. The phone call I received earlier from Mr. Jameson has somewhat left me shaking with anger, annoyance, disbelief… maybe, gratitude, a misunderstanding?

I’m not quite sure how I feel, to be honest. I suppose I need a little more time to try to digest and dissect the news about me no longer being broke and that the bakery is now debt free too, which also means my suppliers have been paid in full as well.

Mr. Jameson informed me that Tobias deposited a large sum of money into my business account this morning and that we won’t need to file for bankruptcy like he feared we would have had to do two weeks ago.

Is it wrong for me to be sensitive about the fact that Tobias chose to deposit the money into the account this morning? Especially, after we spent the night in each other's arms while he whispered sweet nothing into my ear until I fell asleep?

Because I truly don’t wan