I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Elsa couldn’t hold back her anger. “Mom asked me to give my room to my sister, and Dad also thought I was wrong just now. It wasn’t my fault that my sister got lost back then-it was your fault. Now that she’s been found, it’s suddenly my fault. No matter what I do, it’s wrong.”

John Wilkinson frowned, wanting to scold her but feeling guilty because it was his fault that Selene got lost years ago.

“Elsa, I don’t mean anything by it. You’re my sister too, and I treat you equally,” John said. “Now that Sarah is back and our family is reunited, let’s have a good meal together and make Mom and Dad happy.”

Elsa pouted. She was very unhappy. If it were someone else, she might feel better, but thinking about how Harvey liked Selene made her even more upset.

Harvey avoided her and rejected her because of Selene, didn’t he? Previously, Harvey had publicly announced that he had nothing to do with her-wasn’t that a slap in her face?

Seeing Elsa’s unhappiness, John sighed and softened his tone. “Let’s go inside; it’s cold out here. Mom and Dad won’t be happy if they find out.”

“Okay,” Elsa replied. The two went inside together.

Selene and the others went upstairs to look at the rooms, and John went upstairs as well. Elsa sat in the living room, not wanting to join the excitement of watching her parents dote on this sister.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The maid brought out some washed fruits. Elsa reached for a grape and ate it. “Today’s grapes are really sweet.”

The maid said, “These were airlifted this morning, the freshest ones. Madam specifically prepared them because Miss Sarah is coming home today.”

Hearing that it was prepared for Selene again made Elsa feel uncomfortable. The grapes in her mouth no longer tasted sweet; she put them down and said, “They’re a bit sour-not good.”

The maid was puzzled. Hadn’t she just said they were sweet?

Elsa threw a tantrum, but the maid didn’t dare say anything.

Upstairs, Selene looked at the room and liked it very much. It was the first time she had a room of her own, a home of her own.

The room was warmly decorated and made her feel good, especially the balcony connected to the room, which was full of blooming flowers even in this cold winter-a sea of flowers.

Mrs. Wilkinson had bought these fresh flowers from a greenhouse; they wouldn’t last long and were very expensive. She changed them every three days to ensure Selene always had fresh flowers to see.

Mrs. Wilkinson held Selene’s hand with loving eyes. “Sarah, now that you’re home, I want to give you the best of everything and make you happy. If there’s anything you want or want to do, just tell Mom.”

Selene shook her head. “No, I’m very happy.”

Her happiness never showed on her face; she habitually restrained her emotions so that even when she was happy, it didn’t show.

She didn’t have any particular wishes either.

Hearing this made Mrs. Wilkinson’s heart ache. Other girls at this age were innocent and lively, showing their emotions on their faces and acting spoiled with their mothers.

But Selene was too cold and too sensible-she wanted nothing.

Mr. Wilkinson said, “Sarah, don’t be reserved. If there’s anything you want, just tell Mom and Dad. By the way, are you hungry? Let’s eat first; if you think of anything you want later, just let us know anytime.”

“Okay.” Selene really didn’t need anything but didn’t want to disappoint them either.

It was her first time home, and she felt good.

Warmth and care-people who cared about her feelings and preferences.

This is what family feels like.

Park Bridge Mountain.

The first snow of the year had fallen last night; opening the window in the morning revealed a world of white.

Snowflakes danced in the air.

Many tourists had come to the mountain for the first snow of the year.

The temple was not open to the public; Terrence opened his window and watched the snowflakes fly, his mind filled with thoughts of Meredith.

He reached out to catch a snowflake, remembering how Meredith loved watching snow-but he no longer had the chance to watch snow with her again.

“Meredith, I miss you so much,” Terrence whispered softly. No matter how many Buddhist scriptures he copied, he couldn’t calm his longing for her.

In the dead of night when dreams returned, his longing grew wild; he would cry until his whole body convulsed.

He missed her-missed her madly.