I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Harvey quickly pulled his hand back. “Elsa, what are you doing? When did I become your boyfriend? Stop making things up.”

Elsa stubbornly clung to Harvey’s arm again. “You’re only acting this way because of her, right? Because of her, you don’t dare to admit our relationship.”

Elsa glared fiercely at Selene. Harvey was speechless. Selene said, “Here’s your coat back. By the way, this person was following you and came for you. I’m leaving now.”

She had no time to meddle in other people’s private affairs.

“Selene, let me explain. I’m not in that kind of relationship with her…” Harvey didn’t know why he felt the need to explain, but before he could finish, Selene handed him his coat and walked out wearing a white camisole.

Harvey wanted to chase after her but was held back by Elsa gripping his arm tightly. “You can’t leave.”

“Miss Wilkinson, have you had enough?” Harvey snapped as he saw Selene walking away. He shook off Elsa’s grip.

They had met at a party within their social circle. Though Harvey had been through many relationships, he had never made a move on Elsa, not even considering her a friend.

He couldn’t understand where she got the idea that she was his girlfriend.

…

Selene exited the mall through the emergency exit. As soon as she stepped out, a man bumped into her.

Selene quickly dodged, and the man fell to the ground.

The man apologized profusely. “I’m sorry, did I bump into you?”

“No problem,” Selene replied coolly. She looked at the man and felt a sense of familiarity but couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.

“Do we know each other?” Selene asked instinctively.

Damien was taken aback; he had come deliberately to test if Selene still remembered him.

It seemed she still had some memory.

Could the experiment have failed?

Damien smiled. “No, we don’t.”

“Oh.” Selene didn’t say anything more or show any expression and turned to leave.

Damien watched her walk away, his gaze growing darker.

…

Night fell.

Julian spent the day as the general manager of the company and felt quite powerful.

He enjoyed the taste of leadership and went to the hospital to visit Terrence after work, boasting about his achievements at the company.

“Terry, I found out I’m really cut out for business. It’s not that hard; just signing some papers and attending meetings,” Julian laughed. “You just focus on getting better; I’ll take care of the company.”

Terrence’s lips curved slightly. “Alright then, thanks for your hard work, Dad.”

He didn’t want to dampen Julian’s enthusiasm.

The documents Julian signed were unimportant and had already been approved by Meredith; Julian was just adding his signature.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The purpose was to give Julian a sense of involvement.

As for the meetings he attended, they were all arranged by Terrence through Linda and were inconsequential.

Julian glanced at his sleeping granddaughter and said, “Terry, you can’t keep Rowan in the hospital all the time; it’s not good with all these germs around.”

“I discussed it with Meredith. We’ll go home to recover tomorrow,” Terrence said. “This surgery failed; we’ll wait for the next one at home.”

Pretending to be blind here was too uncomfortable; only at home could they relax a bit.

Julian said, “Alright then, I’ll come pick you up from the hospital tomorrow.”

“No need, Dad. You go to the company as usual tomorrow. The company is in your hands now; I can take a long break.”

“No problem,” Julian promised with a smile. “I’ll be there; don’t worry about a thing.”

After showing off to Terrence, Julian went to brag to Reginald about how capable he was.

The next day.

Terrence was discharged and returned home. His mother Stella naturally cared about her son’s condition and rushed over to take care of him upon hearing he was discharged.

Reginald also came from Ravenwood under the guise of visiting as an uncle and arrived even before Stella did.

Terrence knew Reginald’s intentions as soon as he heard he was there.

He asked Meredith to stay upstairs with Little Lucky while he went downstairs to handle it himself.

Leaning on a cane, Terrence made his way downstairs by feeling his way around. “Uncle Reginald?”

Reginald stepped forward. “Terry, you can’t see; why isn’t Meredith helping you down? What if you fall?”

“It’s fine; it’s my own home-I can walk with my eyes closed,” Terrence said as he sat down on the sofa. “Uncle Reginald, thank you for your concern.”