I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

On Fiona’s first day at Thornfield Gardens, she was filled with excitement. She took an early bath, changed into new pajamas, and waited for Terrence Sterling to come back.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity, almost drifting off to sleep, when she finally heard a commotion.

As Fiona was about to enter the bedroom, she heard a familiar voice: “Mrs. Wooten, we’ll leave Mr. Sterling in your care then.”

It was Meredith’s voice.

Having lived with Meredith for over twenty years, Fiona was all too familiar with her voice. But how could Meredith be in Terrence Sterling’s room?

Suddenly she remembered that Meredith was now Terrence Sterling’s secretary, and thus her presence at Thornfield Gardens made sense.

As she heard Meredith’s departure, Fiona swiftly ducked into the adjacent room, listening as the footsteps faded downstairs. Only then did she emerge and head to Terrence Sterling’s master bedroom.

“Mrs. Wooten, let me take care of Mr. Sterling tonight. It’s late, and you should have a good rest,” Fiona offered.

Mrs. Wooten, in her fifties and with over twenty years of service at Thornfield Gardens, had been assigned by Walter Sterling, Terrence Sterling’s father, to look after him.

Glancing at Fiona, Mrs. Wooten smiled kindly and said, “Then I will go and get some rest now, Miss Woods.”

Once Mrs. Wooten left, Fiona locked the door and approached the bed, tentatively calling out, “Mr. Sterling?”

But the now intoxicated Terrence Sterling showed no response.

Somewhat frustrated that the woman who had spent that night with Terrence Sterling wasn’t her, Fiona didn’t want to risk being exposed and expelled. Winning Terrence Sterling’s heart and establishing a substantial connection with him was crucial.

Seeing no reaction from Terrence Sterling, Fiona decided to make a move, believing that even in his drunken state, a man still had his natural desires.

Yet, as Fiona approached to make her move, Terrence Sterling abruptly opened his eyes, his expression pained as he pushed Fiona away. “Get out.”

His harsh command startled Fiona, causing her to fall back in shock, her face draining of color. “Mr… Mr. Sterling.”

Hearing her voice, Terrence Sterling regained some composure, his crimson eyes briefly meeting Fiona’s. “What are you doing here? Oh, I almost forgot, Rick brought you here today.”

Getting up, Fiona appeared distressed and anxious. “Mr. Sterling, you seem drunk. Let me help you change your clothes.”

“Don’t come any closer,” Terrence Sterling’s brow furrowed. “Is that the scent of lilies on you?”

“Yes, it must be the shampoo, Mr. Sterling. What’s wrong?”

Previously, Fiona had the scent of mint on her.

Tonight, she had deliberately refrained from using the cheaper mint shampoo and instead bought an expensive lily-scented one from the mall with her servant during the day.

The mint scent reminded Fiona of her humble origins, constantly taunting her about her past status.

To make Terrence Sterling like her, Fiona had even styled her hair differently.

Terrence Sterling’s voice turned cold. “Nothing. Leave, Rick didn’t tell you? Without my permission, you’re not allowed on the third floor. There should never be a next time.”

The last thing Terrence Sterling could stand was the scent of lilies, as it stirred up painful memories from the past.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

One reason why Terrence Sterling had asked Fiona to move into Thornfield Gardens was because of the mint scent she exuded. But now, Fiona had transformed her appearance, with a new hairstyle of big waves dyed chestnut brown and a different scent. She no longer resembled the woman from that night, which made Terrence Sterling doubt if it was really Fiona.

Faced with such a strong aura, Fiona dared not speak defiantly, and she could only apologize meekly, “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling.”

Seeing Fiona’s timidity, Terrence Sterling frowned and could not help but think about Meredith. The woman appeared obedient and respectful on the surface but possessed a cleverness beneath the facade, while Fiona’s submissiveness seemed innate.

After Fiona left, Terrence Sterling rubbed his brow before settling back, feeling a mixture of stuffiness in the room and the effects of alcohol, making him inexplicably irritable, with images from that night swirling in his mind-hazy, blurry, beautiful, wild, the woman’s pleas and moans…