I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith was quite surprised. She thought that once Prince Darcy DuMont and Lady Catherine had left, there would be no further interactions. Unexpectedly, a few months later, she received an invitation. This was an invitation to a royal wedding that the whole world would be watching. Only people of significant international influence or members of royalty and national leaders were invited. Of course, such royal weddings also extended some invitations to the public, but those who received them were definitely well-connected.

Meredith glanced at Terrence Sterling and said, “We’ve been invited to a royal wedding.”

“Let me see.” Terrence Sterling looked at the invitation. “This is an official invitation, meant for the internal royal circle, not for the general public.”

Some people would go to great lengths to obtain an invitation to a royal wedding, often having to pay for it. However, Meredith’s invitation was different; it was one that only members of the royal family and important national leaders received.

“This is really a pleasant surprise,” Meredith said with a smile. “Isn’t this a good thing? I’ve heard that some big celebrities or wealthy socialites would spend a lot of money just to buy such an invitation, and even then, they could only get viewing tickets.”

“Yes, it’s a form of international socializing. To increase their visibility and maintain their company’s image, they spend money to attend and gain some publicity,” Terrence Sterling said with a gentle smile. “This is indeed a good thing. The wedding is next Tuesday, so we need to leave early, at the latest by tomorrow.”

“Should we take Rowan with us?” Meredith felt reluctant to leave her daughter behind for several days.

Terrence Sterling also felt reluctant but knew the journey was too long for their young daughter. “It’s too far. Let’s leave Rowan with my mom; we’ll be back in a few days.”

Thinking about not seeing her daughter for several days made Meredith hesitant about going. However, she couldn’t be willful and had to give face to Prince Darcy DuMont and Lady Catherine.

This royal wedding was grand; it was a prince marrying a commoner as his princess. Rumor had it that they were classmates who had been in love for ten years, finally ending their long romance with this wedding.

After breakfast, Meredith spent time with her daughter. Her well-behaved and adorable daughter made her feel happy; spending the whole day playing with her didn’t feel boring at all.

The decision to go was settled, and in the evening, Meredith began packing their luggage in preparation.

Meredith wanted to bring Selene Cove along, but Terrence Sterling said, “Let’s not bring Selene Cove this time; let her stay in the capital to recover.”

“Recover?” Meredith put down her clothes and asked, “Selene Cove is injured?”

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“When she brought our daughter her hundred-day gift, I noticed she was injured,” Terrence Sterling said solemnly. “It’s her personal matter; there’s no need to ask more.”

“So she really is injured. I was worried something happened since she’s been away for so long,” Meredith said. She didn’t treat Selene Cove as just a bodyguard but as a sister.

Although Selene Cove didn’t talk much, her presence made Meredith feel secure; she was like an anchor.

Back at the MONDALE casino, Selene Cove instinctively stood in front of Meredith to protect her. That moment was something Meredith would never forget.

Meredith pursed her lips and said, “Selene Cove is so reserved; even if she’s hurt, she wouldn’t say anything. What kind of story is she hiding?”

She was curious but wouldn’t pry further out of respect for everyone’s privacy.

“If she wants to talk about it, she will,” Terrence Sterling said as he held Meredith’s shoulders. “Darling, how about we…?”

He glanced at the bed suggestively.

Meredith remembered how Terrence Sterling’s passion had left her sleeping until noon the next day, almost making her late for their daughter’s hundred-day banquet. She quickly said, “I think I hear Rowan crying; I’ll go check…”

He pulled her back with a smile on his lips. “I didn’t hear anything; it’s just your imagination. You must be under too much stress. Let me help you relax.”

As he spoke, he leaned down and gently bit her earlobe, whispering in a low voice by her ear: “Darling, do you know what kind of word ‘love’ is?”

Meredith’s mind went blank. “What kind?”

“A verb,” he whispered into her ear. “Because there’s another word before ‘love’-make.”