I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer had learned her lesson the hard way.

It’s one thing to be taught by people who loved her, another entirely to be schooled by life’s harsh realities.

Now, she no longer allowed her temperament free rein. After calming her emotions and removing her makeup, she went to open the door.

“Mom,” Joy Chaucer greeted with a smile. “What’s up?”

“Joy, are you okay?” Bianca, seeing her daughter smile, grew even more worried.

“I’m fine, just took off my makeup,” Joy replied.

Hesitantly, Bianca spoke, “Joy, you’re not upset with me, are you?”

“How could I be? You all want what’s best for me. It’s good. I’m engaged now, and by the end of the year, I’ll be married. You can rest easy.” Joy spoke in a light, breezy tone. “Mom, I’m not a child anymore. I’ll learn the business from you properly this time. I won’t disappoint you again.”

“Okay…” Bianca wasn’t as happy as she had imagined.

The sudden compliance from Joy Chaucer was unsettling.

“Mom, goodnight,” Joy said cheerfully. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good… Good night,” Bianca managed a weak smile.

As Joy closed the door, Bianca, her expression dazed, returned to her bedroom. She encountered Chloe in the hallway.

Seeing Bianca’s bewildered face, Chloe asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I just talked to Joy, and she acted like everything was normal, even wished me goodnight,” Bianca confessed, feeling uneasy. “Suddenly she’s so obedient, talking about seriously getting into business now that she’s engaged, saying she’s grown up.”

Chloe was secretly pleased; her plan was working. She knew that the real reason behind Joy Chaucer’s turnaround was the paternity test that had put her in her place.

Joy didn’t dare mess around now, fearing abandonment. Feeling threatened was the only way she would change.

“Bianca, you see? I was right. Getting engaged has made Joy mature quickly. Time will erase everything; who will remember her minor disputes with Quinlan Aubrey? If Quinlan doesn’t behave, we’ll just drop him. Right now, he’s just to help manage the situation and aid Joy’s growth,” Chloe commented with a smile.

Bianca, witnessing Joy’s transformation, wasn’t sure if it was indeed a good thing. “Let’s observe for a while longer. We need to keep an eye on Joy’s emotions. I worry she might end up depressed.”

“Absolutely not, Bianca. You worry too much.”

In her room, the bitterness in Joy Chaucer’s heart had not subsided. She called Fiona. “When are you acting? I can’t wait to see Meredith suffering.”

Fuming, Joy Chaucer almost wished death upon Meredith.

Meanwhile, Fiona was at Justin’s new two-bedroom rental, not the apartment Meredith had arranged for him. She had been taking care of Justin at the hospital for so long and had earned his trust. Mrs. Thatcher and Gemma were settled in another district. As expected, Mrs. Thatcher had secretly brought Tristan back after Mr. Thatcher was released from detention. Everything had gone back to square one, except that they lived separately now.

Today, Fiona was just visiting Justin, who was out shopping. She cleaned his apartment a bit. Upon receiving Joy Chaucer’s call, Fiona said, “I’m still waiting for the right opportunity.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you waiting for? Isn’t it easy for you to make a move?” Joy snapped over the phone. “Don’t you want the money? Once it’s done, I’ll give you an extra million.”

“I’ll find an opportunity soon,” Fiona, tempted by the offer, replied. “I’ll let you know once it’s done.”

“Make it quick,” Joy gave her an ultimatum, “Three days. You have three days.”

Without waiting for another word from Fiona, Joy hung up.

Just then, Justin returned, arms laden with bags.

Helping him, Fiona remarked, “You bought quite a lot.”

“It’s all for Meredith,” Justin said. “It was my problem last time. Now that I’m discharged, I should go see her. I’m not sure if she’ll have a boy or girl, so I just bought clothes for both, and some dietary supplements for pregnant women. I’ll bring them to her tomorrow.”

Seeing the dietary supplements in the bag and remembering Joy Chaucer’s three-day deadline, Fiona thought of a plan. “You’re going tomorrow? It’s good you’re apologizing to Meredith. I’ll come over in the morning, and we can go see her together. You should rest early too.”