27

“Uhm… I’ll be leaving now.” I said to my boss, Mrs. Anderson.

“Oh, really?” She replied. “Is there any problem?”

“No. I just feel a bit sick.”

“Okay, darling. Who am I to say no to you? I can handle the affairs of this place on my own, and you can return when you feel better.” She patted my shoulder.

I had to stop myself from cringing at her sweetness. She’d have definitely barked at me if I wasn’t married to Tristan. Funny how some people change their attitude towards you because of your new status.

I grabbed my purse and left, calling Mike again as a reminder.

Shortly after, the car pulled over in front of the bakery and Mike came out of it, turning around to open the door to the passenger seat for me. 

I suddenly felt a load of weakness hit me and