I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona hurriedly left, stepping out of the apartment building and immediately calling Joy Chaucer, “Opportunity has arisen. Can you get me a new medicine? This granular form isn’t convenient. Powder or liquid would be better. Make it soon-I need it tonight…” After making the call, Joy Chaucer swiftly took action, making several calls to source the medicine.

Meanwhile, Meredith was blissfully unaware of the impending events. That night, she had a nightmare that left her drenched in a cold sweat. Waking with a start, Terrence Sterling was by her side, “Meredith, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

Meredith nodded slowly.

Noticing the cold sweat on her forehead, Terrence swiftly grabbed a tissue and poured her a glass of water. Meredith took a sip to calm her nerves and touched her belly, “I dreamt something was wrong with the baby. He was calling for me to save him. He was in so much pain, then there was so much blood…”

She shuddered at the memory, her heart still racing from the dream.

Terrence wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice soothing, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you. It’s just the hormonal imbalances from your pregnancy that are causing these nightmares.”

Meredith clung to his shirt, looking up at him anxiously, “Aren’t you supposed to be on a business trip tomorrow? Maybe… don’t go?”

“Alright,” Terrence said with a gentle smile, “I won’t go. I’ll have Rick handle it tomorrow.”

His quick agreement made Meredith feel slightly guilty. She knew how crucial the business trip was for the company, but he had agreed without hesitation, just because of her unease and a bad dream.

Deeply touched, Meredith affectionately rubbed her face against his chest, “Forget it, go ahead with your plans tomorrow. I can’t hold you back. I know the company has been facing troubles, and you’re stressed.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“There’s nothing more important than you and our child. Staying in the capital, I can handle things just as well. The minor issues, Rick can manage,” Terrence reassured her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. He smiled slightly, “Now, go to sleep. I’ll hold you through the night.”

Meredith nodded and lay down, feeling a sense of security in his embrace.

As Meredith slowly drifted to sleep in his arms, Terrence watched over her, the firmness of his embrace never weakening. Despite the turmoil at work, having Meredith by his side soothed his worries.

The next day.

Terrence Sterling didn’t go on the business trip. Instead, he went to the office as usual, leaving the travel arrangements to Rick. Meredith, still unsettled by the previous night’s nightmare, chose not to leave the house. The weather worsened, turning to rain shortly after Terrence left.

Azure too decided to stay indoors. Meredith found her in the gazebo, reading. Crossing the corridor, Meredith approached her, “What are you reading?”

“I’m planning a new dance,” Azure replied. “Just brushing up on some history first.”

Meredith glanced at the book cover, “I look forward to seeing your dance. By the way, I haven’t seen your manager around for a few days.”

“I suggested he look for other opportunities,” Azure said with a smile. “From now on, I’ll focus solely on running the studio and teaching dance. We don’t need a manager anymore. He’s been with me for many years; it’s time he advanced his own career.”

“He seemed quite happy with that arrangement.” Meredith had only met Gordon Guzman once, but she had heard Mrs. Wooten mention him several times, noting his visits to Azure. From what she gathered, Gordon had always been more than just a manager to Azure; they were friends, and his affection was plain to see.

As the two conversed in the gazebo, elsewhere, Justin had finished packing gifts he had bought for Meredith, waiting for Fiona to leave together. Glancing at the time, he was about to call and hurry Fiona when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, he found Fiona there, “Traffic was heavy, sorry I’m late.”

Justin replied, “Everything’s ready. Let’s head down and grab a cab.”

“Sure,” Fiona said, reaching for the gift bags from Justin’s hands, “Let me help with some of these. You’ve just been discharged from the hospital and shouldn’t be lifting heavy things.”

With no second thoughts, Justin led the way, Fiona glancing at the bag filled with specialty milk powder for pregnant women. A sly idea flickered across her mind, “Justin, go hail the cab. I need to use your restroom real quick, I’ll be right down-I can’t hold it.”