I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Little Lucky was adept at acting cute, using this charm to win Reginald’s favor and affection. Of course, this also had to do with Little Lucky’s surname. Years ago, Grandma Sterling adopted him, making him forget his roots, so he adopted Little Lucky in return.

Reginald felt a bit tired and closed his eyes to rest, handing Little Lucky over to his subordinates for care. The assassins trained in the Celestial Alliance were cold-blooded and ruthless, regardless of gender, and none of them knew how to take care of a child. Assassin Rose was no exception; she was a low-ranking “C” level assassin in the Celestial Alliance.

Little Lucky was happy with Reginald and didn’t fuss, but as soon as he was handed to Assassin Rose, he started crying loudly. Little Lucky remembered that even though Assassin Rose had covered her face when she hurt Meredith, children could recognize people by their scent. He identified her as the bad person who hurt his mother.

The smell of Assassin Rose made Little Lucky uncomfortable, and when children feel uncomfortable, they cry. He cried so much that Assassin Rose was at a loss, trying various toys to soothe him, but nothing worked. She checked if he needed a diaper change or if he was hungry, but nothing helped.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

The other assassins were equally clueless about childcare and were driven into a frenzy by Little Lucky’s crying. Despite their ability to handle ten opponents at once, they were helpless against this few-months-old baby.

The noise disturbed Reginald’s sleep. He sternly reprimanded them: “What’s going on? Can’t you even take care of a child?”

Assassin Rose trembled with fear, her face turning pale and sweat forming on her forehead. “Master Reginald, I don’t know why Miss Rowan keeps crying.”

Even the Celestial Alliance’s accompanying doctor examined Little Lucky and found no illness. It was purely emotional distress causing the crying.

“Give him to me,” Reginald said with a frown.

Assassin Rose handed Little Lucky to Reginald, and miraculously, Little Lucky stopped crying immediately. He just whimpered pitifully with a quivering lip, looking so pathetic that it broke one’s heart.

Reginald felt a pang of sympathy as he glared at his subordinates. “You can’t even handle something this simple? Leave.”

“Yes, Master Reginald,” Assassin Rose replied fearfully before retreating to the back of the plane.

Little Lucky only recognized Reginald; anyone else who touched him would make him cry. But in Reginald’s arms, he smiled happily. Such an adorable and clingy child was impossible not to love.

Reginald had left home at a young age and faced countless hardships over the years. Establishing the Celestial Alliance and reaching his current position had been fraught with challenges. Despite his ruthless exterior, there remained a soft spot deep within him.

Seeing how dependent Little Lucky was on him made Reginald very happy. At his age, having a little one who liked him so purely was something to be proud of.

In Reginald’s heart, although he called Grandma Sterling “Mom,” he never considered any member of the Sterling family as true relatives. Yet Little Lucky gave him a sense of being needed and a feeling of having family.

“Rowan, if only you didn’t have that surname or their blood,” Reginald murmured kindly while playing with a rattle for Little Lucky, who giggled in response.

Sometimes love can be a burden. Little Lucky only recognized Reginald; as soon as he woke up, only Reginald could calm him down. Even just seeing Reginald would stop the crying; otherwise, it would start again.

Feeding and changing diapers also required Reginald’s presence; otherwise, there would be more crying. Initially manageable, over time it exhausted Reginald.

When they settled in Japan, Reginald took care of Little Lucky around the clock. Getting up at night for feedings took its toll on an older man like him. Poor sleep at night left him fatigued during the day. After several sleepless nights in a row, Reginald was worn out.

Yet whenever he heard Little Lucky’s laughter, he couldn’t bear to neglect him. One time when Reginald was particularly irritable from exhaustion, Little Lucky sat on the carpet and adorably called out: “Grandpa.”