I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Justin observed Meredith’s reaction keenly, being a lawyer, he was adept at reading between the lines.

“Meredith, even though I haven’t had much interaction with Terrence Sterling, through this incident, I think he’s actually a decent guy,” Justin said. “He made Fiona clarify things with you directly, instead of gossiping behind your back. He seems to care about your relationship with Fiona.”

The fact that Terrence Sterling took this into consideration showed his thoughtfulness towards Meredith.

Meredith’s emotions were in turmoil, and she couldn’t miss his intentions.

He gave her a bed, a Christmas tree, even a confession, all so sincere, nothing like the domineering CEO he portrayed.

He told her he was just an ordinary person with emotions and desires.

Justin could see the conflict and struggle within Meredith’s heart and said, “Meredith, go find him.”

Meredith looked up at Justin, and he smiled at her, “Go on, you have to try, to find out what the result will be.”

“Justin, thank you,” Meredith hugged him briefly, then turned and left.

She was truly grateful for Justin’s encouraging words, for always treating her so well, never burdening her mentally, even though he might have had other intentions towards her.

Meredith was not naive; she understood Justin’s feelings and had always been clear about her own stance.

She couldn’t give Justin what he wanted. To her, Justin was more than a friend but less than a lover.

She didn’t want to lose this friendship, he didn’t disclose it, and she could only pretend not to know.

As Meredith got into a taxi and drove away, Justin knew that he had let go of the last chance he had.

He voluntarily gave up the final opportunity.

He didn’t want her to be sad, and letting go was the greatest happiness he could give her.

…

At Sterling Corporation.

Meredith arrived at the company in a hurry, rushing to the CEO’s office.

Her former colleagues were surprised to see her.

Linda came out of an office and saw Meredith hurrying towards Terrence Sterling’s room.

Linda wondered why Meredith was here.

She suddenly remembered that Joy Chaucer was in that office and hurriedly followed.

Just as Meredith was about to open the door to Terrence Sterling’s office, Linda stopped her.

“Meredith, Meredith,” Linda grabbed her arm. “You came to see Mr. Sterling? He’s not here.”

“Where did he go then?” Meredith asked urgently. “I need to see him.”

“He went to meet a client, he probably won’t be back at the office today,” Linda said. “Meredith, what’s going on? Is Mr. Sterling pursuing you?”

Linda also wanted to gossip.

Meredith felt embarrassed, neither admitting nor denying it. “Linda, can you tell me Mr. Sterling’s schedule? I need to see him.”

“No problem,” Linda said cheerfully. “Mr. Sterling went to the West district, he probably won’t be back until evening. You can go to his house if you need to see him.”

Meredith had gathered her courage to come and see Terrence Sterling, waiting until evening would make her lose that courage.

“Linda, thank you,” Meredith said, not wanting to disturb them, and added, “I’ll leave now.”

“Okay,” Linda also wanted Meredith to leave, there was another person in the room, Joy Chaucer, and she feared the interaction might lead to trouble.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As soon as Meredith left, Joy Chaucer couldn’t wait anymore and came out of the office, asking, “Linda, when will Mr. Sterling come?”

Linda replied, “Miss Chaucer, Mr. Sterling went out for business today, he probably won’t come back.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier,” Joy was a bit angry. “I’ve been waiting here for so long.”

“Mr. Sterling had something urgent come up, I just found out,” Linda replied smoothly. “Miss Chaucer, why don’t you go back for now? Come another day?”

“Fine,” Joy Chaucer glanced at the Christmas tree on the desk and said, “You take the Christmas tree to my car.”

Linda felt a pang of worry, “Miss Chaucer, I can’t do that. This was prepared by Mr. Sterling for… a client. If you take it, I won’t be able to explain.”

“What client?” Joy Chaucer sensed something fishy. “You said you didn’t know who it was for before, now you’re saying it’s for a client, is that client a woman?”