I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

After leaving the house, Justin sat alone by a roadside flower bed, continuously smoking.

His mind was overrun with his father’s words. Clearly, they only wanted money; his joining them back home didn’t matter.

The familial warmth he had longed for over twenty years turned out to be as cold as an ice cellar.

Justin was deeply oppressed, the bitterness indescribable.

He sat by the roadside, staring at his cigarette, unaware of when his eyes had moistened.

It must have been the smoke stinging his eyes.

Justin’s phone rang; it was Mrs. Thatcher, still worried, calling to check on him. Justin didn’t answer and hung up directly.

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In the meanwhile, Meredith concluded the dinner party. Terrence Sterling was drunk, and she called Rick to help drive him home. Rick, who had been with Terrence for over eight years, was surprised to see him this drunk for the first time.

Back at Thornfield Gardens, Meredith instructed, “Mr. Shepard, help him to the bedroom and I will get some hot water ready.”

As she gave orders to Rick, she also asked Mrs. Wooten to fetch some hangover remedy.

Rick helped Terrence to the bedroom. After preparing the hot water, Meredith used a warm towel to cleanse his face, which seemed to comfort him a bit.

“Mr. Shepard, you can go rest now; I’ve got this,” she said.

Rick replied, “Alright, Mrs. Sterling, I’ll come back in the morning to pick up Mr. Sterling.”

“Don’t call me that; it sounds strange. Just Meredith will do.”

Rick chuckled, “I can’t do that, it’s protocol, Mrs. Sterling. I’ll be off then.”

After Rick left, Mrs. Wooten came up with the pills, and Meredith helped Terrence take it. “Open your mouth,” she instructed.

Drunk, Terrence obediently opened his mouth.

Mrs. Wooten remarked with a smile, “At last, a woman who can handle Mr. Sterling. His grandmother would be relieved.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Meredith laughed, “Mrs. Wooten, you should get some rest too.”

“Alright then,” Mrs. Wooten departed, leaving them alone.

Terrence, in his drunken state, clung to Meredith’s waist and cooed, “Meredith, I love you. I’m so lucky to have married you.”

These syrupy words, rarely spoken by Terrence when sober, flowed freely under the influence of alcohol.

Meredith, pleased, impulsively recorded Terrence’s affectionate behavior on her phone. “Say it again, I didn’t catch that. I want to record it, as evidence.”

No woman could resist the words ‘I love you’.

Flushed from the alcohol, Terrence’s usual stern demeanor melted away, leaving only his endearing side.

Leaning against the headboard, eyes closed, Terrence murmured, “Meredith, I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

He even started quoting lines from a movie, hands on his heart, looking utterly sincere.

Meredith, amused, saved the video, “I’ve saved it, Terrence Sterling. You must keep your promise, or else…”

Suddenly, she felt a soft touch on her lips, warm with the scent of alcohol.

Terrence kissed her, his hands cradling her head to deepen the kiss.

She responded, savoring the moment.

After the kiss, he opened his eyes, his gaze deep and affectionate, “I will never lie to you.”

She laughed, “Just making fun of you, I know you wouldn’t lie to me, Terrence Sterling. You’re so adorable when you’re drunk.”

She suddenly could not help but pinch his cheek, capturing these blissful moments which would later become a painful memory.

“Go to sleep now, I need to shower; I’ve got the smell of alcohol on me,” Meredith told him as she touched his head.

Terrence lay down, the hangover medicine beginning to sober him up, and his sleepiness fading.

Twenty minutes later, Meredith came out of the shower, thinking Terrence was asleep. She began changing clothes at the wardrobe without any inhibition.

Suddenly, Terrence’s voice startled her from behind, “Meredith, there’s a bruise on your waist. When did you get hurt?”