I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

The first day Reginald Hawthorne came to visit, how could there be any conflict with Julian? If Reginald Hawthorne didn’t speak up, Damien had to suppress his anger.

“This is my apprentice, Damien,” Reginald Hawthorne said with a smile. “Damien is shy and doesn’t like to talk.”

“Why is he so shy? He must not have a girlfriend. Boys shouldn’t be too shy; girls don’t like that,” Julian said, starting to lecture both Reginald Hawthorne and Damien.

Damien was furious but couldn’t express it, nearly bursting with frustration.

Reginald Hawthorne, feeling awkward, changed the subject. “Julian, where’s Mom?”

“Mom is resting upstairs,” Julian replied. “Reginald, a lot has happened at home recently. Mom has been worried and hasn’t slept well for days. She’s getting older and can’t handle it. She just went to rest. Now that you’re back, she’ll be very happy. It’s a rare joyful event for the family.”

Reginald Hawthorne was well aware of what had happened in the Sterling family.

At this moment, Stella came downstairs holding Little Lucky. Seeing two strangers in the house, she asked, “Who are these two?”

“You probably don’t recognize him either; I didn’t at first,” Julian said excitedly. “This is Reginald, who left home thirty years ago. He’s back.”

Left home… What an apt description.

Reginald Hawthorne: “…”

Stella was shocked. “Reginald? Didn’t they say he was dead? Could he be a fraud? It’s been thirty years; he doesn’t look the same. Maybe we should do a DNA test to be sure.”

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As the founder of the Celestial Alliance, Reginald Hawthorne commanded respect and fear from everyone in the organization, yet here Stella was calling him a fraud.

Julian whispered, “We can’t do a DNA test; Reginald isn’t Mom’s biological son. You forgot? I don’t think he’s a fraud; he looks like Reginald. I’ll ask Mom to confirm.”

Though whispered, it was just loud enough for Reginald Hawthorne to hear.

The phrase “not biological” felt like a needle piercing Reginald’s heart.

One of the reasons he left the Sterling family years ago was because he found out he wasn’t Grandma Sterling’s biological son.

“Reginald, have a seat while I go get Mom,” Julian said as he headed upstairs, asking Stella to entertain them.

Stella held Little Lucky and said to Reginald Hawthorne, “Sit.”

Reginald’s gaze fell on Little Lucky. The little child was adorable and carved like jade.

Little Lucky wasn’t afraid of Reginald Hawthorne and reached out with small hands, smiling at him.

A child’s smile is irresistible and very healing.

“May I hold this little one?” Reginald asked with a smile.

Stella didn’t dare let him hold the child and said, “Rowan is shy around strangers; I’ll hold her.”

What if he really was a fraud?

Stella remained cautious.

Reginald didn’t insist. Damien stood aside, shocked that Reginald wanted to hold the baby.

In Damien’s impression, Reginald wasn’t a kind person. How could he show such affection for a child?

Little Lucky seemed to really like Reginald Hawthorne, continuously smiling at him and even giggling shyly.

This made Stella jealous. Her granddaughter was smiling so sweetly at an outsider.

“Rowan, let’s go play in the yard,” Stella said as she carried Little Lucky away, not wanting her to see Reginald anymore.

Reginald smiled at Little Lucky as she left, his eyes following her while he shook the prayer beads in his hand to amuse her.

Little Lucky giggled again.

Stella adjusted her hold on Little Lucky to prevent her from seeing Reginald.

At that moment, Julian came downstairs. “Reginald, Mom wants you to go upstairs. She’s waiting for you in her room-the second room on the left on the second floor.”

“Alright, Julian.” Reginald headed upstairs.

The house was completely different from when he had left it years ago.

Reginald pushed open Grandma Sterling’s bedroom door. The room was quiet; Grandma Sterling lay against the headboard. Hearing the noise, she looked towards the door.

Seeing Reginald for the first time in years brought tears to Grandma Sterling’s eyes. She became emotional and sat up slightly but quickly regained her composure with no expression on her face.

“Reginald, you’re back.”

“Mom, I’m back,” Reginald said as he walked in.