I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

The supermarket owner’s wife looked closely at Audrey: “Why do you look different? Did you get plastic surgery?”

Audrey smiled but didn’t answer: “Everyone loves beauty. Amy, I need to go back and cook, so I’ll head home now. Rowan, say bye-bye.”

Little Lucky obediently waved at the old lady and said in a sweet voice, “Bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye, how cute,” the old lady laughed. “Audrey, is she yours?”

“My daughter,” Audrey replied, which shocked the old lady again.

With the old lady still puzzled, Audrey took Little Lucky and left.

On the way back, they ran into Pete, who took the items from Audrey’s hands: “I’ll carry these.”

Audrey picked up Little Lucky and walked home together: “Did you tell them?”

“I did,” Pete said. “When are you leaving?”

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Pete asked, “How are they treating you?”

“Very well,” Audrey replied. “You and Dad don’t need to worry.”

“I’m worried they’ll find out someday…”

“Then we’ll deal with it when that day comes,” Audrey gently interrupted Pete. “This is something I owe her.”

Pete knew who Audrey meant by “her” and said nothing more.

Back home, Audrey started cooking. Terrence wasn’t idle either; he helped with the preparations while Pete played with Little Lucky in the living room.

Pete was a bit uneasy and occasionally glanced towards the kitchen.

Terrence was the richest man in Auroraville, yet he was cooking, which was quite surprising.

When the food was ready, Spencer returned home. Smelling the food, he knew Audrey was back.

“Audrey’s back.”

Spencer was very happy and walked inside without changing his shoes. Seeing a little child in the living room, he looked at Pete in confusion: “Whose child is this?”

Pete made a face and signaled Spencer to look towards the kitchen, whispering, “Audrey brought someone back.”

Spencer immediately understood who had come.

“Audrey,” Spencer walked to the kitchen. “You’re back. And this is?”

“Dad, this is… my friend Terrence,” Audrey said. “The food is ready. Dad, go wash your hands for dinner.”

“Alright.” Spencer glanced at Terrence but said nothing more and went to wash his hands.

Terrence came out of the kitchen and picked up Little Lucky who was playing on the floor: “Time to wash your hands for dinner.”

Little Lucky’s hands were dirty.

Because Pete had instructed him, Terrence didn’t say much in front of Spencer to avoid upsetting this fatherly man.

After washing their hands, everyone sat down for dinner.

Terrence personally poured wine for Spencer: “Mr. Flack, thank you.”

The sudden thanks caught Spencer off guard, but he soon understood.

Pete said: “Dad, Audrey is on vacation and brought her friend Terrence to spend a couple of days at the beach.”

“Good, that’s great,” Spencer said warmly. “Terry, the beach scenery is beautiful. Stay a few more days if you don’t mind and stay at our place.”

Terrence replied: “Thank you for having me.”

Spencer said: “It’s no trouble at all. Eat up. Is this your daughter? She’s very pretty and blessed.”

Terrence looked at Little Lucky eating with a spoon. She had a good appetite and sometimes ate too much.

“Do you drink?” Spencer picked up the wine bottle and poured some for Terrence. “Have some; it’s homemade wine and good for you.”

Terrence didn’t hold back: “Sure, I’ll have some.”

Seeing Terrence drink with Spencer brought a smile to Audrey’s face.

Pete kept his head down eating quietly, afraid of saying something wrong.

After dinner, Spencer took Terrence to the beach to collect fishing nets that had been laid out to dry during the day and needed to be brought in at night.

While collecting nets, Spencer said: “This is Audrey’s first time traveling far from home. With you as her friend taking care of her, I’m relieved. Terry, please take care of Audrey from now on.”

Terrence assured him: “You can count on me.”

Terrence knew from Pete that Spencer couldn’t handle losing his daughter and refused to accept it as reality. He treated Meredith as his daughter Audrey. Terrence didn’t break this illusion but went along with it.

Holding a pile of fishing nets, Spencer looked at Terrence: “We must look forward.”