I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Chloe was quick, and her goal was to check for the birthmark on Meredith’s waist. However, startled, Meredith instinctively pulled her shirt down and stepped back, “Really, Madam, there’s no need.”

Meredith’s tone carried a hint of displeasure as Chloe had not managed to see anything due to Meredith’s quick reaction.

“I should help, I’m so sorry,” persisted Chloe, still eager for another look.

“No, please enjoy yourself. I’ll go to the restroom to clean up,” Meredith excused herself and left the private room swiftly.

Chloe’s sudden move to lift her shirt had frightened Meredith, thinking Chloe intended harm to her unborn child, causing her heart to race.

In the restroom, Meredith cleaned the stains as best she could, though the oil from the pickled veggies was stubborn. Leaving the restroom, she did not return to the private room but asked Reese to check on Chloe, instructing her to say she was with Grandma Sterling if asked.

When Reese checked, Chloe had already left. She quickly informed Meredith, “She’s gone.”

“Gone?” Meredith was puzzled, her brow furrowing, “Did she pay?”

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Reese confirmed, “She did.”

“That’s fine then,” Meredith said, dismissing Reese to attend to other tasks. “Go on, you have things to do.”

Meredith still had to accompany Grandma Sterling, so she headed to the private room where the elderly lady was happily engaging with her new live streaming channel, chatting excitedly with viewers and praising the restaurant’s food, encouraging them to visit.

Stepping into the room, Meredith noticed the live stream had attracted over two hundred viewers. “Grandma, so many people are watching, and there are even some superchats,” she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.

Grandma Sterling had quickly gotten the hang of live streaming, even renaming her account ‘Miss Chaucer Loves Cheese Fondue,’ a unique way of expressing her love for Mr. Chaucer. If she couldn’t marry him, at least she could carry his name, symbolically marrying him in her heart.

Comments flowed in the chat: “Such a trendy lady,”

“Reminds me of my grandma,”

“You must have been beautiful when you were young,”

“Careful with spicy food, Grandma, don’t upset your stomach.”

The comments were friendly, and Grandma Sterling engaged warmly with them, even comforting those who shared their life struggles.

Checking the superchats they received, Meredith noticed that, much to her amusement, most of them were actually sent by Terrence Sterling.

Grandma Sterling, proudly showing off the interactions, said, “Look, Charlotte, these young people are just so kind.”

To her, these online friends were just kids. “Look, they’re sending me superchats again. I’ve told them they don’t need to; I’m not short of a few dollars. It’s tough for young people these days, but they insist.”

Meredith was silent; to Grandma Sterling, these gestures were indeed just small tokens.

“You can turn it off,” Meredith suggested. “Shall I do that for you? That’s from your grandson Terry.”

“My grandson?” Grandma Sterling frowned, a bit annoyed, “Does that boy think I need his gifts?”

Meredith laughed, “Terrence just wants to support your channel. I’ll turn it off then.”

“Yes, turn them off. Young people have it hard enough,” Grandma Sterling agreed, her heart going out to the younger generation.