I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Catherine’s face turned pale. Despite all her precautions, how did the pocket watch end up in Darcy DuMont’s hands?

“Darcy, I…” Catherine couldn’t find a way to explain.

Darcy DuMont walked towards Catherine, his tone even colder. “Tell me, what is the relationship between me and the woman in this photo? Catherine, I want to hear it from you.”

Even though he had already guessed, Darcy DuMont wanted Catherine to say it aloud.

Darcy DuMont’s belief system collapsed. He had always thought that he and Catherine were in love, that they were each other’s only companion and the most compatible souls in the world.

The fragmented memories in his mind and the photo in the pocket watch told him a different story-Catherine was not his true love.

It seemed he had wronged the woman he truly loved.

Before Catherine could speak, her eyes were already wet with tears. She couldn’t bring herself to tell the truth. “Darcy DuMont, please calm down.”

“I am very calm right now.” Darcy DuMont held up the pocket watch. “I want to hear your answer, Catherine. I trusted you so much, yet you have been deceiving me all along. You make me feel like a failure, like a fool.”

“No, no.” Catherine shook her head. “Darcy DuMont, you are a very successful and romantic man. I didn’t dare tell you because I was afraid you would leave me. That woman has passed away, Darcy DuMont…”

“Twenty-six years. You deceived me for twenty-six years. You are not my lover,” Darcy DuMont interrupted Catherine with disappointment and pain. “You are a liar. Your behavior at the restaurant proves that you knew Meredith was my daughter. She is the most noble princess of the royal family. You made me look like a fool, Catherine. You are too cruel.”

Darcy DuMont was extremely angry. Even if he couldn’t fully remember the past, he understood what had happened. He had made a woman wait for him for over twenty years until she died without ever seeing him again.

If he hadn’t visited Auroraville, he would never have known that he had a daughter.

Meredith didn’t resemble him much; she looked more like Bianca’s father. There were no signs of mixed heritage in Meredith’s appearance. She herself never imagined that her father would be a Frenchman.

Over twenty years ago, during his world travels, he met Bianca in Auroraville and fell in love with her at first sight. To pursue Bianca, he put in a lot of effort and even hid his identity as a member of the French royal family by joining the Chaucer family.

Tears streamed down Catherine’s face as she spoke. “Darcy DuMont, I’m very sorry. I never intended to deceive you.”

“You lie! In over twenty years, you had countless opportunities to explain but you didn’t. You are a selfish person.” Darcy DuMont tightly gripped the pocket watch, his eyes filled with anger.

“Darcy DuMont…”

Before Catherine could finish speaking, Darcy DuMont had already walked out with the pocket watch.

He needed to see Meredith, his daughter.

He wanted to know more about Bianca; he even wished he could fly to Auroraville immediately to repent at Bianca’s grave.

On his way to meet Meredith at the hotel, Darcy DuMont stared at the photo in the pocket watch as more memories flooded his mind like a dam breaking open.

As his car approached the hotel, he witnessed two cars collide at an intersection. The scene jolted his brain.

He remembered everything.

Twenty-six years ago, on a bridge in Auroraville, his car was hit and plunged into the river.

Later, Catherine brought him back to France where he underwent facial reconstructive surgery due to his injuries. He forgot about the woman he loved most-the beautiful girl.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Darcy DuMont sat in the lobby’s lounge area and ordered a bottle of wine from room service. He drank alone in the lobby.

He didn’t go to see Meredith nor did he go home; he just sat there drinking alone, lost in memories of promises made to a woman long forgotten.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He searched online for information about Bianca and found her death date as the first result.

The woman he had sworn to love for life spent over twenty lonely years after being forgotten by him and passed away just months ago.

A prince of the royal family drinking alone in a hotel lobby naturally alarmed the hotel management. A dozen attendants stood by in a row awaiting orders.

Finally, Darcy DuMont called Terrence Sterling down.

Terrence Sterling came down alone and saw Darcy DuMont sitting alone in the lobby; he had some idea of what might have happened.

“Mr. DuMont,” Terrence Sterling sat down beside him.

Darcy DuMont handed Terrence Sterling the pocket watch.

“This pocket watch was my token of love to Meredith’s mother.”