I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Upon hearing Meredith’s words, Terrence Sterling’s hand, resting lightly on her chest, paused for a moment. He opened his eyes, the deep gaze meeting her flushed ears, a slight furrow in his brow.

He understood her concerns. Meredith was leaving herself an out. She didn’t have enough security. When there was still no response from Terrence Sterling after what seemed like half an eternity, Meredith was about to speak when she heard his low, hoarse voice.

“Alright, as you wish.”

Even though it was her idea, the answer she wanted. But upon hearing his agreement, a barely perceptible sense of loss flickered through Meredith’s heart.

Was he uncertain about their future as well? Meredith closed her eyes, banishing all doubts. Since she had agreed, there was no turning back, no need for hesitance.

Whatever the end of this road may be, she would walk it with him. “Sleep,” Terrence Sterling held her tighter, breathing in the hint of mint on her skin, a sense of calm spreading through him.

Soon enough, Meredith heard the steady rhythm of his breathing by her ear. The first night they lay together in bed, they did nothing but sleep, pure and simple.

The next day, when Meredith woke up, Terrence Sterling was already awake, the family doctor tending to his wounds. As Meredith went downstairs, she saw the doctor unwrapping the bandage, revealing the wound on his back. It was about seven to eight centimeters long, stitched up with dozens of needles, a sight that made her heart race with fear and shock.

Even though the injury was on him, as the doctor tended to him, she felt the pain too. Terrence Sterling remained impassive, not even a furrow in his brow. Even his tone was light and easy.

“Meredith, go have some breakfast. John will take you to the company later. Don’t look.”

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, he was afraid of scaring her. “I’ll stay here with you,” she said, refusing to leave. Sitting beside him, she watched the doctor treat and rebandage the wound.

Each stitch tugged at Meredith’s heart. She asked, “Does it hurt a lot?” After the wound was cared for, Terrence Sterling held her hand, a smile playing at his lips. “Not really. Come, let’s have lunch.”

Terrence Sterling’s usual breakfast was simple, but today, for Meredith’s sake, he had the maid prepare a more elaborate meal. As they sat down, he peeled an egg for her, saying, “Move to Thornfield Gardens with me, live together.”

On just their first day of dating, they were already moving in together? Meredith blinked, feeling a little flustered. “The company is busy lately. Let me get through this period first, Mr. Sterling, you…”

“Are you going to keep calling me Mr. Sterling like this?” Terrence Sterling frowned. “I have a feeling of having breakfast with my boss.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“It seems that last night wasn’t substantive enough to make you realize your current position.” Terrence Sterling handed her a glass of milk. “Give me half a month.”

What? At first, Meredith didn’t understand, but when she did, her cheeks instantly reddened. What kind of crazy words was he saying?

She felt like she had already fallen miles behind. Meredith still hadn’t fully grasped her role as Terrence Sterling’s girlfriend, feeling a bit out of place, not fully stepping into her role.

However, she noticed Terrence Sterling seemed quite at ease, whether it was peeling eggs or passing milk, he was proficient as if they were an old married couple.

Did he really not need any… transition? Or maybe, he had been like this with other women before? How many ex-girlfriends did Terrence Sterling have? Besides Fiona, were there others? It was rumored online that whoever climbed into Terrence Sterling’s bed got thrown out or blacklisted. Were there survivors?

After all, she had only gotten close to Terrence Sterling because of this, and now she was sitting at Thornfield Gardens, having a meal with him. As a qualified girlfriend, she shouldn’t ask about the past.

After breakfast, Meredith had to go to the office. Terrence Sterling had John drive her, but she insisted on only being taken to the subway station. If people knew she had a personal driver every day, especially Terrence Sterling’s own driver, what would they think?

Meredith wanted to keep a low profile; the fewer people who knew, the better. If she ever got dumped one day, at least no one would know and she wouldn’t be too embarrassed.

But as soon as she stepped out, she bumped into Rick Shepard reporting for work at Thornfield Gardens. Rick Shepard had a knowing smile on his face as he greeted Meredith, “Miss Florrick, good morning.”

Meredith felt awkward, “Mr. Shepard, good morning.”

With that, she prompted the driver to start the car. When they reached halfway up the mountain, her car passed by a luxury vehicle. Inside the luxury car sat Joy Chaucer.