I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Reginald Hawthorne held Little Lucky and teased her with a smile, “Your name is Rowan? What a sweet little baby, I am your Grandpa Reginald.” Little Lucky suddenly became very happy, waving her limbs to express her joy. Her smile was so sweet and adorable that it could melt anyone’s heart.

Julian smiled and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen Rowan so happy. Reginald, you have a special bond with her.” Little Lucky giggled out loud, which was rare since she usually only smiled slightly.

Julian felt a bit jealous. Reginald Hawthorne also liked the little baby very much, saying, “She is a smart little one, very perceptive.” As he finished speaking, he felt something tugging at the prayer beads in his hand. Looking down, he saw that it was Little Lucky grabbing the beads, trying to pull them towards her.

Julian said, “Rowan likes to grab things. It seems she really likes those prayer beads. Reginald, since this is your first time meeting your granddaughter, as her Grandpa Reginald, shouldn’t you give Little Lucky a gift?” The implication was to give the prayer beads to Little Lucky as a meeting gift.

Julian spoke casually, not knowing that these prayer beads were treasures of the Celestial Alliance. Holding these beads was akin to seeing Reginald Hawthorne himself. The person holding the beads could command hundreds of assassins within the Celestial Alliance and all its assets. Each of the twelve beads was invaluable, and one of them even contained a key to the most secret vault of the Celestial Alliance.

Reginald Hawthorne smiled and said, “Of course I have a gift prepared. I’ll have Damien fetch it in a moment.” Seeing Reginald’s reluctance to part with the beads, Julian said directly, “Why bother? Just give these beads to Rowan. Look how much she likes them; she’s not letting go.”

Little Lucky indeed had good taste, taking a liking to such precious items. Reginald Hawthorne felt a bit embarrassed as he tried to pull the beads away, but Little Lucky wouldn’t let go. She thought Reginald was playing a game with her and giggled again. This little one liked to spit and even spat at Reginald Hawthorne with a ‘pfft’ sound.

Everything children did was cute and hard to dislike. Reginald Hawthorne chuckled and said, “The little one is quite happy. I’ll let you play with these beads for now.” He only intended to let her play with them temporarily, not give them away.

Even so, if his subordinates knew about this, they would be shocked. Many had dared to covet the prayer beads before, but Little Lucky was the first to succeed.

Little Lucky really liked the beads and tried to put them in her mouth for a bite. Julian said, “Rowan, you can’t eat that; it’s not food. You might choke. Forget it; Reginald, you should take them back. It’s dangerous for kids to play with these; choking would be serious.”

“It’s fine; let her play for now. She can’t bite through them; she’s just teething,” Reginald Hawthorne said as he watched Little Lucky in his arms. Seeing how much she liked the beads sparked an idea in his mind.

The Celestial Alliance selected new members every five years. This was the first time Reginald met such an endearing little one who seemed so destined for greatness from such a young age. With such perceptiveness, Little Lucky could become an incredibly sharp tool in the future.

Most importantly, she was Grandma Sterling’s great-granddaughter. As Reginald pondered this, Little Lucky suddenly peed on him. He felt warmth in his hand and said, “Julian, I think she peed.”

“Let me see,” Julian said as he walked over and opened Little Lucky’s diaper. Just as he removed it, she peed again, soaking Reginald’s clothes and pants.

Reginald Hawthorne: “…”

Julian laughed and said, “Reginald, this is Rowan’s gift for you.”

Stella came over after changing clothes and took Little Lucky away while Julian handed the prayer beads back to Reginald Hawthorne out of concern that Little Lucky might choke on them.

With his clothes wet, Reginald had no choice but to change. The butler had just bought new clothes for him anyway.

Damien followed him into the room and asked, “Master, are we going to stay here? Those two were quite rude; how dare they speak to you like that?”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Reginald Hawthorne’s demeanor changed from kind to stern as he replied coldly, “The Sterling family won’t prosper for long. Don’t act without my orders.”

“Yes, Master,” Damien replied but then noticed an odd smell. “Master, what’s that smell?”

“The little one peed on me earlier,” Reginald explained.

Damien was shocked-his master had allowed a child to pee on him?