I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Edmund responded promptly and soon returned from the garden, bearing several earthworms.

“Young master, here are the earthworms. Are you planning to use them for fishing?” he asked, genuinely believing they were for fishing.

Stella assumed the same-that Terrence Sterling had gathered them for Leyton’s fishing. “Son, why are you so kind to him?” she asked. “He tried to kill you. You still have scars on your back, have you forgotten?”

Observing the wriggling earthworms, enriched by the fertile garden soil, Terrence noticed one particularly thick worm, as robust as a little finger. Edmund wrapped them in a leaf; the earthworms stretched out on it, the longest nearly ten centimeters.

Terrence Sterling’s gaze hardened as he stared at Leyton, “The doctor mentioned that blow caused brain damage. Today, I want to see whether that’s true or you are merely pretending. Here’s something tasty-eat it, and I’ll believe you genuinely have brain injuries.”

Hearing this, both Stella and Edmund were taken aback. These earthworms were meant for Leyton to eat?

The mere suggestion caused Leyton to nearly vomit. The sight of the squirming earthworms made his scalp tingle with repulsion. Eating them seemed life-threatening to him. Yet if he didn’t, his pretense would be exposed.

With a feigned smile and an expression of fear, Leyton said, “Scary.”

This time, Leyton truly was afraid.

Terrence Sterling’s lips curled slightly. “This is a good thing, high in protein, eating it can benefit you.”

“A good thing?” Leyton suppressed his disgust, courageously took another look at the earthworms, and clapped his hands, “Good thing, I like good things.”

Leyton knew to deceive Terrence Sterling, he had to eat the earthworms. After enduring for so long, he couldn’t falter now.

Thinking this, Leyton grabbed an earthworm, shut his eyes tight, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Upon witnessing this, Stella turned and vomited, “Oh! Such a fool.”

This was Terrence Sterling’s directive, and even Edmund dared not object.

With great effort, Leyton barely managed to swallow one worm. Terrence Sterling, expressionless, said, “There are three more. Eat them.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Leyton truly wanted to cry; it was disgusting. He had swallowed the first directly and could now feel the earthworm writhing in his stomach.

“They’re not tasty,” Leyton said, shaking his hands looking dazed, “Not tasty.”

“Eat,” Terrence Sterling commanded in a forceful tone, his presence commanding.

Leyton, shivering with fear, glanced at Terrence Sterling with eyes filled with dread.

Leyton’s hands trembled as he reached for the remaining three earthworms, feeling them squirm in his palm, wishing he could just throw them away. But he couldn’t.

Once again fighting back nausea, Leyton consumed the remaining worms.

Stella couldn’t bear to watch. Leyton hadn’t vomited, but she vomited first, “Oh that’s disgusting! What a fool would eat such things raw.” She left to rinse her mouth.

Terrence Sterling fixed his gaze on Leyton, asking, “How do they taste?”

Leyton kept his mouth shut tight, shaking his head, his demeanor fearful, his fear genuine.

Beneath that fear was hatred-a deep-seated loathing for Terrence Sterling.

Terrence’s lips twisted coldly, somewhat tauntingly as he remarked, “For fishing, one must use good bait. Without a good bait, how can fish be lured? Earthworms are excellent, the best bait.”

“Really?” Leyton replied, putting on an innocent and cheerful demeanor, “Edmund, Edmund, I want more earthworms. I want to catch big fish.”

Edmund chuckled dryly, glancing at Terrence Sterling.

Terrence waved a hand dismissively, “Edmund, go and attend to your stuff.”

“Yes, young master,” Edmund resumed his work.

Leyton, still visibly scared, kept his distance from Terrence Sterling.

Casting a glance at Leyton, Terrence dropped a casual remark, “Take your time fishing,” then turned and walked away.

No sooner had Terrence Sterling left than Leyton could no longer hold back. He retched violently.

He reached into his throat, trying to extricate the earthworms.

Today’s ordeal would surely instill a lifelong phobia of any soft-bodied creatures in him.

No matter how Leyton tried, he couldn’t vomit them out, though his belly felt as if something was still moving inside. He vomited again, bringing up bile, tears streaming down his red-swollen face, still unable to vomit them out.

“Terrence Sterling, I would never forget about today’s humiliation,” Leyton thought to himself, and he vomited again thinking of the earthworms.