I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Elsa was furious but dared not speak out. In this family, her words carried little weight now. Her parents and older brother all sided with Selene, so she had to accept it. Selene left after delivering her warning, leaving Elsa fuming in place. Elsa stomped her foot in frustration, feeling like she was punching a pillow-completely ineffective.

After being warned, Elsa behaved herself at the banquet, not daring to speak out of turn. Mrs. Wilkinson found some time to pull Elsa aside and advise her, “Elsa, don’t speak carelessly. It’s Selene’s first time meeting everyone; we can’t afford any misunderstandings.”

“Mom, I was just repeating what the servants said,” Elsa deflected. “Mom, what exactly did Selene do before?”

“Didn’t your dad tell you? She was adopted by someone,” Mrs. Wilkinson replied. “Why don’t you believe your dad?”

Elsa muttered, “You don’t tell me anything anymore, treating me like a child! Now that you have Selene, you don’t love me anymore.”

Elsa expressed her dissatisfaction in a whining tone.

“You are also my daughter; how could I not love you?” Mrs. Wilkinson said. “Selene just came back, so we might have neglected you a bit. Elsa, don’t compete with Selene over everything; you are sisters, understand? When your dad and I are gone, you, Selene, and your brother will be the closest people to each other and should help one another.”

“I know, Mom. I was just saying it to see if I’m still your little princess, your most precious daughter,” Elsa whined. “By the way, is Dad really going to let Selene take over the company?”

“Yes, that’s the plan. After the banquet, your dad will arrange for Selene to join the company. Your brother doesn’t care about it, and you like to play around, so only Selene can take over.”

Hearing this made Elsa regret spending all these years just having fun and causing her parents to doubt her abilities.

Just as Elsa was about to say something, Mrs. Wilkinson said, “I need to check on Selene; don’t drink too much.”

Mrs. Wilkinson returned to the banquet, leaving Elsa standing there helplessly.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Terrence didn’t stay long at the banquet; after eating, he left with Audrey.

Taking advantage of this outing with Audrey, Terrence drove her to a reservoir for a walk.

The reservoir area was cool with a large lawn where many people were camping.

Audrey asked, “Why are we here?”

“Just for a walk,” Terrence said with his hands in his pockets as he strolled ahead. “Meredith, how far two people can go depends on whether both are willing to communicate and move closer to each other.”

He walked several steps ahead and then stopped to turn around, looking at Audrey who stood a meter away from him. “I can take ninety-nine steps; are you willing to take the last one?”

Audrey stood still as the wind blew across the lawn, lifting her long hair. She looked at him with hidden pain in her heart.

It was Meredith’s heart that hurt.

She felt sorry for the man before her.

At that moment, Audrey wished she were Meredith so she could ease Terrence’s sadness and pain.

Audrey stood there torn with indecision.

Terrence smirked self-deprecatingly. “You still won’t take that step? Meredith, you’re worried about your health; is that why you’re acting this way?”

Audrey was speechless; he had even found an excuse for her.

Her hand clenched tightly in her pocket. “Terrence, you’re too good; how can I face someone as good as you?”

She lowered her head as tears welled up in her eyes.

“As long as you don’t leave this home, nothing else matters,” Terrence said with a bitter smile before turning and walking away.

He would always give Meredith his undivided love.

Audrey stood there until Terrence walked far away before she finally took that step forward and whispered to herself, “Meredith, I’ve taken this step for you.”

The wind blew Audrey’s words away into the unknown.

Pete called: “Selene, Dad isn’t feeling well; can you come back when you have time?”

Hearing that Spencer wasn’t well made Audrey anxious: “Is it his old illness acting up again? Tell him not to go out to sea; I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“How’s it going over there?” Pete asked.

“He won’t agree to the divorce.”