I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Justin still believed that as long as he worked hard, everything would be alright. Fiona, having received the money, felt no guilt. She promised to work hard but that was just it. As they both ascended the stairs, Justin noticed Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher sitting on the couch watching TV. He called out, “Dad, Mom, I’ll go get dinner ready.”

Mr. Thatcher responded, “You, a grown man, cooking? Let Fiona do it. Your woman should be put to work; that’s not something to be spoiled. Kitchen chores are women’s work.” Fiona was just staying there temporarily, but Mr. Thatcher naturally assumed they were a couple.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Hearing this, Fiona was taken aback. What nonsense was this? Mrs. Thatcher, in a tone meant to educate, added, “Fiona, as a woman, you should know how to take care of your man. How can you let your man do these chores?”

Justin tried to clarify, “Dad, Mom, Fiona isn’t my girlfriend; she’s just a friend staying here temporarily.” His parents sure didn’t believe him. At that moment, Tristan called out from another room, “Mom, I want some water.”

“Coming,” Mrs. Thatcher quickly went to get him water.

Seeing Fiona standing motionless, Mr. Thatcher frowned and scolded, “Fiona, go and get dinner ready now. You city folks are too pretentious. Since ancient times, which woman hasn’t done household chores?”

Fiona, looking displeased, turned and went to the kitchen. She thought of it as doing a favor for Justin, knowing she wouldn’t be serving them after tonight.

She couldn’t be blamed for her detachment; she had once cared for Justin, but given his circumstances, she couldn’t consider him anymore. Fiona always dreamed of marrying into a wealthy family, still hoping for that chance.

Justin wanted to help in the kitchen, but Mr. Thatcher stopped him, “Ainsley, come here, I need to talk to you.” His tone was commanding, his male chauvinism pronounced and his beliefs stubborn and old-fashioned.

“Dad, what is it?” Justin sat down beside him.

Mr. Thatcher bluntly stated, “I’ve heard that the First Hospital is quite good. Take your brother there for a check-up tomorrow. Also, you need to find a kindergarten for Gemma; your little niece is coming over in a few days.”

Justin was stunned, “You’re bringing the kid here?”

“We’re all family; of course, we’ll bring them over. Treat Gemma as your own daughter. Also, this room is a bit small; we will need a bigger one. You’re making good money, and your mother and I have struggled our whole lives. It’s time for us to enjoy life…”

Mr. Thatcher added, “You’re the pillar of this family now, Ainsley. You have to take care of us, or we’ll end up on the streets. Your mother had a tough time giving birth to you; she almost died…”

Mr. Thatcher played the sympathy card. Justin, soft-hearted, couldn’t bear to listen. He looked at his father, his hair white with age, and then at his mother, appearing uneasy as she emerged from the room. He didn’t argue.

“Alright, I’ll take him for the check-up tomorrow.”

Justin knew the weight of his promise, but he silently bore it. He had longed for family, searched for them for so long, and now cherished their reunion.

The next day.

Justin took the day off to take Tristan to the hospital. Fiona, cleverly, excused herself to go to work early but didn’t actually go. She took the money Justin had given her, strolled through malls, bought clothes, and enjoyed a lavish meal. When approached by a credit card staff, she impulsively signed up for one.

Meanwhile.

Meredith woke up late, all thanks to Terrence Sterling, a never-satiated wolf. Exhausted by his constant desires, she overslept.

As she hurriedly got ready, she warned, “Terrence Sterling, if you keep this up all the time, I’ll have to send you back to Thornfield Gardens. I’m going to be late because of you.”

“I’ll drive you,” Terrence Sterling said with a smile, kissing her cheek. “It’s on my way to the West District.”