I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

John Wilkinson’s mother, could she be… her mother? Selene was always unfamiliar with the term “mother” and the role it represented, both now and in the past. She looked up at Mrs. Wilkinson, who was also looking at her. They were a few meters apart, one sitting on a chair in the room, the other standing at the doorway.

They stared at each other for a moment. Mrs. Wilkinson felt a sudden softness and calmness in her heart, along with a bit of embarrassment. She smiled kindly at Selene and said, “Sorry to disturb you.”

“It’s fine.” Selene closed her book, unsure how to interact with Mrs. Wilkinson. This was a very unfamiliar relationship, yet it was also the closest one.

Selene stood up and walked towards Mrs. Wilkinson. “What would you like to drink? Juice or warm water?”

Mrs. Wilkinson couldn’t refuse and instinctively replied, “Warm water is fine.”

“Okay, please sit in the living room for a while.” Selene went to pour water, treating Mrs. Wilkinson with politeness.

Mrs. Wilkinson obediently went to sit in the living room, smiling all the while, her gaze fixed on Selene with undisguised affection.

Elsa was surprised. The person who had been so cold just now was suddenly so enthusiastic?

Selene only poured water for Mrs. Wilkinson, not for Elsa.

Seeing that she didn’t get any water and that Selene had already sat down, Elsa was displeased. “I want juice.”

Selene didn’t indulge Elsa and said, “Get it from the fridge yourself.”

“You poured water for my mom; why can’t you pour some for me? I want you to do it.” Elsa’s spoiled attitude flared up again.

Selene retorted, “Are you the same as your mom?”

Elsa was left speechless and became angry out of embarrassment. “How can you talk like that…”

“Elsa, don’t be rude,” Mrs. Wilkinson scolded with a stern face. “It’s impolite. If you want juice, get it yourself.”

“Mom, I think she is only being nice because she knows who you are,” Elsa insisted, convinced that Selene was currying favor with Mrs. Wilkinson for a reason.

Before Mrs. Wilkinson could reprimand her, Selene admitted, “Yes.”

She admitted to knowing who Mrs. Wilkinson was but not to currying favor.

Mrs. Wilkinson was taken aback by Selene’s honesty.

Elsa got excited. “Mom, see? She admitted it.”

“Say no more,” Mrs. Wilkinson said with a hint of displeasure. Although Elsa was her daughter, her lack of decorum in front of others embarrassed her.

Mrs. Wilkinson then smiled at Selene and asked, “How old are you? What’s your name?”

“I’m 26; you can call me Sera,” Selene replied honestly without revealing her real name or either of the names John had mentioned-Sarah or Selene-as it wasn’t convenient to disclose them now.

“Sera is a nice name,” Mrs. Wilkinson said with a smile. “It suits you well. What do you do?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I don’t have a job at the moment,” Selene answered truthfully.

Although Mrs. Wilkinson’s questions felt like an interrogation, they didn’t make Selene uncomfortable; instead, they felt like casual conversation.

Mrs. Wilkinson nodded in satisfaction. “No rush for work; girls shouldn’t be too hard on themselves.”

Elsa was once again surprised by her mother’s tolerance towards an outsider.

No job meant she was clearly relying on her brother; how could her mother still comfort her?

Mrs. Wilkinson didn’t ask about Selene’s relationship with John; she just chatted casually.

Elsa couldn’t wait any longer and asked bluntly, “What’s your relationship with my brother? There was another girl living here before; why has she been replaced?”

Elsa deliberately mentioned this to make Selene jealous by implying there had been another girl before her.

However, her plan failed.

Selene calmly replied, “I know; that was my elder sister, Hya.”

The latter part was completely made up to deceive Elsa.

Elsa believed it and sneered, “You sisters are both trying to seduce my brother? Shameless.”