I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Harvey Fieldmouse had a lot to say about Joy Chaucer. He wasn’t keen on attending this birthday party himself, only deciding to go to join the fun after hearing that Terrence Sterling was going. But now, he had a change of heart.

Terrence Sterling took a puff of his cigarette and said, “If you don’t want to go, don’t drag me into it.”

“Well, I have to come up with a reason, and you’re that reason,” Harvey Fieldmouse chuckled. “By the way, if I remember correctly, don’t you have an engagement with that Miss Clumsy, Joy Chaucer?”

“If they want to discuss that, they should talk to my forgetful grandmother, not me,” Terrence Sterling casually flicked the ash off his cigarette. “I never said I would marry Joy Chaucer.”

“Neither would I if I were you,” Harvey Fieldmouse said. “I guess the Chaucer family wouldn’t be too keen on bringing up that engagement between your families again.”

“Not long ago, Mrs. Chaucer hinted at it to me,” Terrence Sterling said. “The Chaucer family is considering it.”

“Damn, how could the Chaucer family have the audacity to have you marry Joy Chaucer?” Harvey Fieldmouse was agitated. “Boss, you better deal with this quickly, so it doesn’t come back to bite you later.”

Terrence Sterling raised a corner of his thin lips. “Back when my grandmother and Mr. Chaucer arranged that marriage, they didn’t specify anyone. The Chaucer family only has one Joy Chaucer, while the Sterling family has plenty of options.”

Terrence Sterling had quite a few younger cousins, and even if we don’t count the now mentally challenged Leyton, there were plenty of people to choose from in his family. Those cousins of his would probably be very willing to marry Joy Chaucer.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Harvey Fieldmouse suddenly understood. “Boss, you’re really cunning. What about Leyton? What happened to him? He wouldn’t dare pick a fight with you; he’d be in for a miserable end.”

Terrence Sterling said nonchalantly, “In the second half of his life, he can celebrate Children’s Day every day.”

“What do you mean?” Harvey Fieldmouse didn’t get it.

“He suffered brain damage; he’s mentally handicapped.”

Harvey Fieldmouse: “…”

Indeed, he shouldn’t offend anyone, but especially not Terrence Sterling.

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After a long wait, Meredith finally finished work. At the subway station buying a ticket, she hesitated whether to go to Thornfield Gardens or go home. In the end, she decided to go home first; she felt like heading straight to Thornfield Gardens right after work was a bit awkward. Plus, she needed to go home and change her clothes.

Meredith took the subway home and passed by the market, picking up some groceries on her way. As she unlocked the door with her keys, a pair of men’s shoes caught her eye at the entrance. Looking inside, she saw someone sitting on the sofa.

Meredith was both surprised and… delighted.

“Mr… Terrence, what are you doing here?”

She initially wanted to address him as Mr. Sterling, but considering their current relationship, she switched to calling him Mr. Terrence.

Terrence Sterling didn’t consider himself an outsider; dressed in loungewear, he sat on the sofa reading a book, appearing completely at ease as if this were his own home.

Closing his book, Terrence Sterling said, “Since you wouldn’t move to Thornfield Gardens, I don’t mind moving in instead. Besides, the bed is big enough.”

Meredith: “…”

Her eyes caught sight of a suitcase next to the wardrobe; he had indeed moved in. She suspected that Terrence Sterling had bought a king-size bed early on with this plan in mind.

“Have you taken your medication? Is your wound feeling any better?” Meredith changed her shoes at the entrance, accepting the fact that Terrence Sterling had indeed moved in. After all, with Terrence injured now, he couldn’t do much.

In such a small place, a person like Terrence Sterling, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, might not be accustomed to it, and he might just move out on his own the next day.

Terrence Sterling honestly replied, “I took the medicine, but the wound still hurts.”

Meredith muttered, “Why aren’t you toughing it out at a time like this, saying it doesn’t hurt? It doesn’t fit your image at all.”

Terrence Sterling smiled, “I’ve shamelessly moved in; why bother with an image?”

Meredith couldn’t help but smile; his thick skin was indeed something. When Terrence Sterling smiled, he looked quite handsome; compared to his usual stern face, he seemed more attractive and approachable, alleviating some of Meredith’s burden.

When he had a stern expression, she would instinctively treat him as her boss, giving her a sense of returning to the time when she was his secretary.

“I bought some groceries; you haven’t had dinner yet, right? Shall I whip up a few dishes?” Meredith said, “I don’t have any abalone or fish maw here; can you handle that?”

This time, Terrence Sterling didn’t fuss, “I’ll eat whatever you cook.”

“Then rest; I’ll get cooking,” Meredith carried the groceries into the kitchen.

Soon, the aroma of cooking filled the kitchen, making the small house feel warm and comforting.

Terrence Sterling’s lips curled slightly, and he got off the sofa to head towards the kitchen.