I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence Sterling was blunt: “Two days, and we’re going to inspect the Blue Ridge Initiative project in Meriton, and the accounts are off.”

Meredith understood. The Blue Ridge Initiative, a branch near Thornfield Gardens overseen by Terrence Sterling’s uncle Mason Sterling. They had discrepancies in the accounts that couldn’t be openly investigated. They needed to conduct a covert investigation.

Meredith refrained from further conversation.

As the car left the city, it quickly merged onto the highway.

Sitting in the passenger seat as a subordinate, Meredith felt a bit awkward with her boss driving.

Both remained silent throughout the journey, the silence feeling somewhat oppressive.

Meredith noticed water in the center console and attempted to start a conversation: “Mr. Sterling, would you like some water?”

“No need,” replied Terrence Sterling, his expression cool.

Meredith silently placed the mineral water back and glanced at the dashboard. The speed had already reached 130 kilometers per hour, but the car moved smoothly, as if everything was under his control.

Terrence Sterling was that kind of person a man who commanded authority, with everything meticulously planned and controlled.

A strange sensation welled up in Meredith’s stomach as she placed her hand there.

Meredith tentatively asked, “Mr. Sterling, when are you and Miss Woods getting married?”

It was taboo to pry into the boss’s private affairs, something Meredith wouldn’t have dared to do under ordinary circumstances. She had blurted it out unconsciously.

Terrence Sterling raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. “I have no plans to get married.”

“No plans to get married?” Meredith was surprised. Was it just… a fling? Even though she had moved into Thornfield Gardens, was Terrence Sterling only considering this as a temporary fling?

Remembering Linda’s words, Meredith thought that Miss Woods wasn’t exactly a high-born lady. The last time she saw Miss Woods at Thornfield Gardens, she had a pretty revealing outfit, exuding quite a flirtatious air.

Could it be that Miss Woods was just a canary kept by Terrence Sterling? A man of his social standing would certainly choose a suitable match for the future Mrs. Sterling.

The thought of Terrence Sterling only playing around made Meredith’s impression of him diminish slightly.

In her mind, Meredith silently urged her unborn child, “Don’t follow your father’s footsteps in being such a fickle man, if you are a boy though.”

Terrence Sterling countered, “Miss Florrick, you also said you would prioritize your career and don’t plan to get married before thirty. Does dating someone always have to lead to marriage?”

Meredith fell silent. Men were at their peak at thirty, and Terrence Sterling, at this moment, was at the height of his charm how could he be tied down by marriage?NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Forced to smile wryly, Meredith said, “I was just asking.”

With fewer cars on the highway, Terrence Sterling drove swiftly, causing Meredith to feel queasy.

After holding it in for a while, Meredith saw they were a few kilometers away from a service area and quickly said, “Mr. Sterling, could we stop at the service area? I’m feeling a bit carsick.”

Terrence Sterling glanced at Meredith, noticing her discomfort.

Only those who experience car sickness could truly understand how awful it was.

Without a word, Terrence Sterling drove the car to the service area. Once parked, Meredith opened the car door and rushed to the garbage bin.

“Ugh!”

Meredith vomited violently, trying to empty her stomach completely.

Terrence Sterling walked over with a bottle of water and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” Meredith said, taking a sip to rinse her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes from vomiting.

Terrence Sterling also offered her a pack of tissue.

The smell of vomit was unpleasant, making Meredith embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling.”

At that moment, a couple nearby the wife was also vomiting due to car sickness the husband complained, “I told you not to come along, but you insisted. Now you’re throwing up all over the place. Later we’ll have to clean it up and pay for the car wash.”

The wife, already feeling uncomfortable, felt even more irked by her husband’s complaints. She pointed at herself and the couple near them. “Look at you, and look at them. His wife is vomiting like that, and he’s offering water and tissue, so caring. If you can’t help, just be quiet. What’s the use of your constant nagging?”

Meredith: “…”

Terrence Sterling: “…”

Meredith blushed with embarrassment and instinctively glanced at Terrence Sterling’s reaction.

There was no expression on Terrence Sterling’s face, but a strange thought crossed his mind upon being mistaken for a couple with Meredith.

The motion-sick wife berated her husband until he dared not respond, asserting, “I’ll drive later.”

A woman truly possesses confidence when she holds the steering wheel in her hands.

The bickering couple left.

Feeling awkward, Meredith was about to say something when Terrence Sterling suddenly said, “Take a rest before we continue. I have medication in my car.”