I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer glared fiercely at Mrs. Aubrey and Quinlan Aubrey. “What right do you two have to shame me? A mistress and the son of a mistress, do you think you are worthy?” The memory of being assaulted by Quinlan Aubrey filled her with a desire to tear him apart. How could she ever have been intimate with such a vile person?

Quinlan’s reminder only deepened Joy’s resentment towards Meredith. It was Meredith’s fault that Quinlan hadn’t slept with Tessa instead, dragging Joy into this mess. The terms ‘bastard’ and ‘mistress’ made Quinlan and Mrs. Aubrey’s faces turn sour. Quinlan stepped forward, his aura menacing, as if he was about to strike.

Ferris Bright stepped in front of him. “Hitting a woman is a disgrace to men.”

Quinlan scoffed at Joy, “Oh, Joy Chaucer, where did you find another man? Lucky I never married you, or I’d be wearing countless cuckolds’ caps. I heard you even desperately wanted to marry Harvey Fieldmouse, but he’d rather become a monk than marry you.”

Joy’s face alternated between pale and flushed as Ferris Bright said, “Bullying a woman, what kind of man does that make you?”

“What, you want to stand up for her?” Quinlan laughed. “Brother, I must admire you; taking on such damaged goods, beware of the big trouble. Oh, and watch out, this woman is vengeful. You won’t even know how you died.”

With that, Quinlan and Mrs. Aubrey left to register at the clinic. Ferris looked at Joy, noticing her reddened eyes, feeling an inexplicable pang of sympathy. Surrounded by onlookers at the hospital, and with Quinlan’s harsh words ringing in the air, Joy was, after all, just a woman in her twenties.

“Let’s go,” Ferris said, taking her hand and ignoring the strange looks from others.

In that moment, as Joy looked at Ferris’s tall figure, she was moved. But she was Joy Chaucer, the cold, ruthless, and selfish daughter of the Chaucer family-she could never truly like a student sponsored by her mother, a subordinate.

Joy had always treated Ferris as a subordinate. In the car, Ferris handed her a tissue. “Cry if you need to, you’re just a young woman; you don’t have to bear everything alone.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Her tears fell silently, soon wiped away as she said pridefully, “I am Joy Chaucer, daughter of the Chaucer family. I don’t cry and I don’t need your pity.”

“The man earlier, you and he-”

“He raped me,” Joy said viciously. “It’s all Meredith’s fault. She destroyed my innocence and took everything from me. Ferris Bright, I’m filled with hatred. My mom’s gone to prison, I have no one left but you.”

As she threw herself into Ferris’s arms, she knew he felt pity for her. In her heart, she knew Ferris was beneath her, but he was all she had left to use. The moment Joy leaped into his arms, Ferris felt a jolt in his heart. A poor boy, entirely dependent on Chloe’s sponsorship to change his destiny, he had always been diligent and stayed out of trouble.

Seeing Joy cry pitifully changed his initial impression of her. She was merely foolish, her defiance simply a response to being bullied. Ferris didn’t know the extent of her wrongdoings; to him, Joy was driven to desperation by Meredith and others.

“I will help you,” Ferris said boldly, embracing her. His infatuation at that moment led him down a path of no return.

Hearing this, Joy smirked triumphantly in Ferris’s arms. Previously, Ferris always advised her against certain actions, but now he was finally listening to her completely, becoming her most loyal follower.

Rising from Ferris’s arms, Joy looked endearing. “Ferris Bright, you’ve always been the kindest to me. Help me make Meredith suffer immensely, to quench the hatred in my heart. Meredith and Terrence Sterling have left the capital; it’s the perfect opportunity. Let Meredith’s daughter relive her fate, send her to live a harsh life in a remote mountain area.”