I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence tried waving his hand in front of his face but saw nothing. He estimated that it had been two or three days since the incident, and Meredith must be frantic. However, he couldn’t get out, and with his vision impaired, he had no idea about his surroundings.

He listened for the sound of footsteps again. By now, he could distinguish whether it was a doctor, a caretaker, or the person they were obeying. The scent of perfume wafted toward him, and he recognized it.

Joy Chaucer approached, staring at Terrence lying on the bed. Seeing him in her grasp gave her a sense of satisfaction.

“Who are you?” Terrence asked, his eyes unfocused as he tried to locate Joy Chaucer by sound.

Joy Chaucer reached out to touch Terrence’s face, but he swiftly caught her hand. Startled, she tried to pull back, but Terrence held on tightly. In her struggle, Terrence felt the area where her finger was missing.

Despite wearing gloves and a prosthetic finger, the difference between real and fake fingers was noticeable. Joy Chaucer usually wore black mesh gloves, and Terrence felt the texture along with the fake finger. He immediately guessed it was Joy Chaucer.

How did he end up in Joy Chaucer’s hands?

After a moment of surprise, Terrence released Joy Chaucer without showing any emotion. She hurriedly reattached her prosthetic finger, worried that Terrence had recognized her. Just as she was searching for an excuse, she heard him speak.

“Can you not talk?” Terrence asked calmly. “Where is this place? Who am I?”

Joy Chaucer was shocked by the last question. Did Terrence not know who he was? What happened? Did he injure his brain? But wasn’t he just blind before?

Joy Chaucer quickly left to call the doctors to examine Terrence. Even though they had all sorts of medical equipment prepared, machines couldn’t determine if someone had amnesia.

Terrence acted as if he truly remembered nothing. The doctors concluded that he might have a brain injury. “Miss Chaucer,” one said, “the patient might have a brain injury. Initially symptomless, but over time blood clots can grow and press on nerves causing memory confusion or loss. If the clots dissolve, he might remember again.”

Joy Chaucer was elated. “He really doesn’t remember? That’s wonderful.”

The doctor confirmed, “It appears so at present.”

Overjoyed, Joy Chaucer returned to the room and saw Terrence leaning against the headboard with a blank expression. She decided to test him further to see if he truly didn’t remember.

Hearing footsteps, Terrence knew Joy Chaucer was coming to verify his amnesia.

Sure enough, Joy Chaucer sat by the bed and said, “I’m Joy Chaucer. I saved you after your car accident and brought you here for treatment.”

She watched Terrence’s face closely for any reaction.

Terrence feigned confusion. “A car accident? You can speak? Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

Could Joy Chaucer outmaneuver Terrence in mind games?

Terrence continued playing along since he was now in her hands with injured legs and blindness. He pretended to have amnesia while probing for information about Joy Chaucer’s connection to those who wanted him dead that night.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Unable to discern anything from his reaction, Joy Chaucer said, “You scared me earlier. Do you really not remember your name?”

Terrence shook his head obediently. “No, do you know me?”

“No,” Joy Chaucer replied hastily. “I rescued you because you were injured and didn’t know how to contact your family. Do you remember anything about them?”

Terrence shook his head again. “No, my head hurts.”

He acted as if in severe pain-a performance worthy of an Oscar.

Amnesia was perfect.

Joy Chaucer was secretly delighted but feigned concern. “Don’t worry; I’ll have the doctors treat you.”