I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence Sterling did not skimp on the bridal dowry, despite their hasty arrangements today.

Meredith, holding the box, picked up several of the land deeds-each property was worth tens of millions of dollars. Also included was the bank card, the highest-tier bank card from a renowned national bank. She didn’t know how much money was on it, but with these properties, she was set for life.

Meredith was utterly overwhelmed. She couldn’t understand why heroines in romance novels would ever want to flee from wealthy protagonists. Just what could be wrong with all this money!?? She glanced at the land deeds-all in her name and solely hers. The box also contained a gift contract stating that all these assets were voluntarily given to Meredith, and regardless of future events, they would never be reclaimed.

“This is the ultimate security,” she thought.

“Terrence Sterling, you’re too good,” Meredith exclaimed in surprise, “Have I suddenly become a wealthy woman?”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She was so delighted that she threw herself into Terrence’s arms and sat in his lap.

“I’ve heard of rich men who marry and then guard their pre-marital assets, making sure their wives can’t touch even the money earned after marriage. Why are you so generous? Aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with all this?” Meredith asked.

Terrence smiled, “I’m quite confident in my own charm. The choice between long-term wealth and temporary riches-I think my wife knows which to choose.”

“I love you,” Meredith said and kissed him, feeling he deserved a reward for his generosity. Terrence, seeing her happy, was in a great mood and playfully pinched her waist. “You might demonstrate that gratitude a bit more practically later.”

“Of course, it would be a shame not to match the value of these deeds,” Meredith replied without a hint of shyness. “How much is on this card?”

“It’s hard to say an exact number with interest; it’s in the nine figures though,” Terrence announced with a decisive tone.

Meredith counted on her fingers, then her expression froze. She bit her lip, looked at Terrence, then at the card and property deeds, and joked, “How many nights do I have to sleep with you to earn this?”

“Least of a lifetime,” Terrence laughed.

Meredith stored away the dowry and downed a glass of red wine, “I’ve been unlucky and struggled for 25 years, orphaned, yet I ended up looking good. I haven’t turned out bad, I’ve done good deeds, been a good person, and now I’ve got a billionaire husband. I think it’s well-deserved, not excessive at all.”

“It is indeed deserved, not excessive in the slightest,” Terrence agreed with a light smile.

Feeling good, Meredith and Terrence shared a steak dinner with red wine, music enhancing the atmosphere. After a few glasses, the alcohol’s warmth hit Meredith, her cheeks flushed, her eyes seductive.

“Meredith, let me teach you to dance,” Terrence said, extending his hand the way any true gentleman would do.

With a smile, Meredith placed her hand in his, entrusting her life to him. They danced to the music, Meredith slightly intoxicated, leaning against his chest.

If asked why he chose Meredith, why he treated her so well, Terrence himself couldn’t fully explain. Perhaps it was seeing her smile that gave him a sense of happiness, enjoying the coziness of being together, liking to do everything in this mundane world with her, loving to pamper her, and wanting to share everything with her.

Perhaps, it was simply meant to be.

Terrence gazed down at the woman against his chest, his eyes filled with tenderness, his voice magnetic, “Meredith!”

“Hmm?” she responded lazily.

He chuckled, suddenly sweeping her up and heading to the master bedroom, “Time to get to work.”

Meredith knew what he meant. Eager, as he laid her on the bed, she swiftly pulled him down, straddling him, looking into his eyes, “Are you … ready?”

Her actions were swift and fluid. Terrence lay beneath her, smiling, “Do you like being on top?”