I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Inside the wedding ring, initials were engraved-capital letters M and T, standing for Meredith and Terrence Sterling. This attention to detail and romance was the true value of the wedding ring. Meredith smiled, “Terrence Sterling, you always surprise me.”

He tilted his head slightly, and in a rich voice whispered in her ear, “There will be more surprises to come. Stay tuned.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Meredith laughed.

The elevator opened, and hand in hand, they headed home. They were still staying at a hotel, where every night was like a honeymoon night for them.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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Justin dozed off on the sofa for a while, gradually sobering up from the alcohol. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mrs. Thatcher sitting by his side. Sitting up, he said, “Mom.”

“Ainsley, you’re awake. Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?” Mrs. Thatcher asked with concern. Justin was slightly overwhelmed by this care, as it was the first time he felt such attention from his mother since they recognized each other.

“Mom, I’m not thirsty,” he said, rubbing his temples and leaning against the sofa. “Mom, you should rest, I’m fine.”

Mrs. Thatcher sat watching him, hesitating to speak, her eyes filled with a trace of affection. “Mom, is something wrong?” Justin noticed her discomfort. Mrs. Thatcher reached out her aged, liver-spotted hand to grasp Justin’s, her hands rough with calluses from years of labor. When her hand covered his, Justin felt an indescribable ache in his heart. Her cloudy eyes showed guilt as she spoke, “Ainsley, how have you been these years? Is your job tiring?”

Hearing this, Justin’s eyes welled up with tears. Finally, someone cared to ask about his past years. Though life had been tough, he did not want to worry his mother by speaking of his hardships. “Mom, I’ve been doing well,” Justin forced a smile, comforting her. “Look at me, I’ve settled down in the capital, my job is going well, and I have many friends. Don’t worry about me.”

Mrs. Thatcher touched Justin’s face, her own son, whom she hadn’t seen for over twenty years since they were separated. She never thought she would see him again in her lifetime. Her husband, Mr. Thatcher, had abandoned or sold every child they had after their first son, Tristan. None of their children were lost by accident in fact, but Mrs. Thatcher couldn’t bear to tell Justin the truth. She was too ashamed.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Thatcher bowed her head, and her tears fell. “Mom, why are you crying?” The sight of his elderly mother crying made Justin feel guilty and tender-hearted. He silently vowed to take good care of her, to work hard and provide a good life for her. “Ainsley, I’m happy. Our family is finally reunited. I have no other wishes in life but to see our family safe and together, to sit at one table for a meal.” Mrs. Thatcher wiped her tears and said, “Tristan is a burden to you, I know that. I’ll go look for a job tomorrow. I asked the staff, and they said they need people for the cleaning job.”

“Mom, you’re not well, you can’t work. I can earn money, I can support us,” Justin insisted, unable to bear the thought of his aging mother working. “Just relax, I’m here. It’s only right for a son to support his parents.” Seeing her honest and simple son, Mrs. Thatcher felt somewhat guilty but accepted his reassurance. Her actions that night also brought a bit of comfort to the weary Justin. As long as the family was alright, what did hardship matter? A little sweetness from his family made all the burdens worthwhile.

The next day, Justin dressed sharply, in a suit and polished shoes. As he was about to leave, Mr. Thatcher said, “Ainsley, today Gemma will be here. Your Uncle Simpson is helping bring her over. She’ll be at the North District train station at three in the afternoon. Remember to pick her up. Your mother and I aren’t familiar with the roads, so we won’t go.” Mr. Thatcher’s tone was commanding.

“Alright, I’ll go,” Justin had no objections. “Dad, Mom, I’m heading out.”

Arriving at the law firm, Justin had barely sat down when Mr. Chandler approached with a smile, “Justin, you mustn’t have had breakfast. I brought you some to see if it suits your taste. If not, I’ll go buy you something else. Also, I’ve calculated the money for the afternoon teas you’ve helped me with over the past six months. It’s $5, 980. I’ll transfer $6, 000 to you now.”