I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith’s heart skipped a beat as she cautiously asked, “What… did I say?”

Meredith, just waking up without her glasses, had messy, fluffy hair that added a touch of disheveled beauty to her delicate features. With skin like porcelain and lively almond-shaped eyes, the morning sunlight filtering through the window cast a soft halo over her, making her appear almost ethereal.

Terrence Sterling finally noticed that the current Meredith looked nothing like the unassuming one from before.

Her skin was truly fair, with a blush that radiated from within. The loose pink pajamas complemented her peach-like appearance perfectly.

Could it be that his secretary was actually a beauty?

“Mr. Sterling?”

Seeing him staring at her, Meredith timidly called out to him.

Terrence Sterling snapped out of his daze, realizing his lapse, and calmly said, “I was just teasing you. From now on, you don’t need to wear glasses anymore, and that bangs of yours, you don’t need to keep it. It looks too old-fashioned. This way is much better; your image represents the company’s image.”

Upon hearing this, Meredith realized in dismay that her fake bangs had fallen off.

Terrence Sterling left without another word, leaving Meredith unsure if she had said anything the night before.

As soon as he left, she looked under the bed, and sure enough, her fake bangs were lying on the floor.

Regretting letting alcohol cloud her judgment, Meredith decided she needed to practice building her alcohol tolerance.

The hotel staff brought her clothes, which smelled fresh with a hint of mint, just the way she liked it. The service at these high-end hotels was truly impeccable.

After changing into her clothes, Meredith decided not to wear her glasses or bangs anymore. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail, giving her a clean and lively look.

Stepping out into the hallway, Meredith ran into Harvey Fieldmouse.

Harvey Fieldmouse didn’t recognize Meredith at first, but his eyes lit up when he saw her. “Hot chick, can I have your number? I’m Harvey Fieldmouse, you must have heard about me. The only son of the Fieldmouse family.”

Meredith: …

Quite the straightforward approach.

“Mr. Fieldmouse, I am Meredith.” She maintained a smile and asked, “Have you seen Mr. Sterling?”

“Are you… Meredith?” Harvey Fieldmouse was incredulous. “That tasteless secretary of Terry’s, Meredith? How did you become so beautiful overnight?”

Harvey Fieldmouse scrutinized Meredith closely.

Meredith replied, “I’ve always looked this way.”

“Terry has great taste. How did he find a beauty like you?” Harvey Fieldmouse’s attitude made a complete 180-degree turn. “Meredith, give me your number, come work for my family’s company. I’ll pay you double of what Terry’s offering.”

Meredith teased, “Mr. Fieldmouse, are you openly trying to steal Mr. Sterling’s secretary away? Are you done with the world?”

Harvey Fieldmouse chuckled. “I just can’t help it. Terry’s taste rubbed off on me. Just kidding, how could I dare to compete with Terry? Meredith, do you like Terry?”

Meredith quickly clarified, “I have no improper thoughts towards Mr. Sterling.”

“I don’t believe that. Last night, you were drunk, and you were constantly fondling all around Terry. Do you usually have impure intentions?” Harvey Fieldmouse joked, “Plenty of women like Terry; if you admit it, I won’t judge you.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did I touch Mr. Sterling last night?”

“Yes,” Harvey Fieldmouse said. “Do you not remember? You were so drunk last night, and you kept touching and teasing Terry, even vomiting on him. I thought Terry would kick you out, but instead, someone got you a room. I couldn’t figure it out last night, but now I understand. Such a beauty like you, I wouldn’t want to throw you out either.”

Harvey Fieldmouse was truly shocked at that moment. Only Meredith would dare to vomit on Terrence Sterling and still stand here unscathed.

Other women wouldn’t even dare to get within a meter of Terrence Sterling, let alone approach him, just like those wealthy ladies in the private room last night, none of them dared to get close to him.

Getting drunk was one thing, making a fool of oneself while drunk was another, but the worst part was when someone kept reminding you of your embarrassing actions.

Meredith struggled to recall, and it seemed like… there might be some truth to it.

Those damn glasses of wine had led her to lay her hands on Terrence Sterling!