I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

In the study, Meredith had already wanted to leave early and didn’t want to stay here.

As soon as she entered the study, Terrence Sterling threw the Westhaven Development proposal at her and said only four words: “Write a new one.”

“Yes, Mr. Sterling.” Meredith picked up the proposal and asked, “Mr. Sterling, is there a problem somewhere?”

With a cold look, Terrence Sterling stared at her, “Do you want me to teach you?”

Sensing Terrence Sterling’s displeasure, Meredith dared not say much, “Mr. Sterling, I will redo it right away.”

This man, always so unpredictable.

But she couldn’t afford to have issues with her salary.

Meredith sat down and started to rewrite the proposal. She didn’t know where the problem was, so she had to go over the Westhaven Development data again and speculate on Terrence Sterling’s thoughts and redo it accordingly.

Rick, who was nearby, was surprised. Mr. Sterling tonight seemed a bit unusual.

He seemed to have some opinion of Miss Florrick.

Just as he was thinking this, Rick heard his own name.

Terrence Sterling, with no expression, asked, “Rick, what are you doing standing here?”

Understanding the signal, Rick said, “Mr. Sterling, then I’ll leave first.”

Without a word, Terrence Sterling let Rick leave. Meredith was full of question marks. Wasn’t he supposed to stay and work overtime together?

So, in the end, was she the only one working overtime?

Meredith glanced quietly at Terrence Sterling, only to see him calmly drinking tea and reading a book.

“Miss Florrick, it seems like you don’t want to work. Do you have a problem with me?” Terrence Sterling’s voice was neither warm nor cold.

Meredith quickly averted her gaze and forced a smile, “No, I love my job. Um… Mr. Sterling, will I get paid for overtime?”

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Meredith was the first one to directly ask him for overtime pay. Terrence Sterling’s face darkened, “Yes.”

Meredith smiled, “Then there’s no problem.”

As for Terrence Sterling’s expression, she could pretend not to see it.

Meredith carefully reviewed the Westhaven Development data. Mrs. Wooten brought a cup of Chaga Tea, and Meredith sincerely said, “Thank you.”

Mrs. Wooten also smiled and didn’t disturb Meredith while she worked.

Terrence Sterling watched all of this. Meredith could be sincere with anyone, except that she seemed very insincere in front of him.

From Terrence Sterling’s perspective, her profile was perfect. Earlier, Meredith had complained about her headache from tying her hair back, so she let it loose. Her black hair cascaded down smoothly, draped over her shoulders. The breeze from the window lifted her hair from time to time, adding a touch of gentleness.

Terrence Sterling couldn’t help but remember how Meredith flirted with him when she was drunk… It was the first time in thirty years that someone had flirted with him openly without making him feel repulsed.

Except for that night with Fiona, Meredith was the second woman who made him comfortable and feel something.

Thinking of the way she had thrown herself at him, touching his chest with an infatuated look and the scent on her, all of these had made him feel somewhat familiar.

So, when he saw Meredith and her fiance on the roadside earlier, he unconsciously called her in to work overtime.

He felt like… he was going crazy.

Meredith noticed that Terrence Sterling kept looking at her, making her very uncomfortable. She looked back at him, and Terrence Sterling quickly looked away, feeling guilty.

Realizing his guilt, Terrence Sterling felt annoyed, cleared his throat, and said, “Miss Florrick, you seem to be quite daring in private.”

“???” Meredith was confused. Where did he get that idea?

Then she remembered Harvey Fieldmouse’s words. Last time, when she was drunk, she flirted with Terrence Sterling.

Meredith smiled sincerely again, “Mr. Sterling, it was a misunderstanding. I tend to do some unusual things when I drink too much, but that’s not intentional. It’s just when I drink too much, my brain is not under control…”

As she explained further, she felt embarrassed.

Terrence Sterling just watched her quietly.

After taking a deep breath, Meredith honestly admitted, “Mr. Sterling, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have flirted with you last time when I was drunk.”

Terrence Sterling coldly pulled his lips, “Miss Florrick, are you drinking tonight as well?”

She almost went with a man to the grove for some excitement.

“No, I’m not.” Meredith was baffled. Tonight at the cheese hotpot dinner, she only drank tea.

What’s wrong with Terrence Sterling tonight, speaking in such a strange manner?

Could it be that he’s worried she might do something inappropriate to him again tonight?

Meredith hurriedly reassured him, “Mr. Sterling, rest assured, I will never make any advances towards you again. I’ll keep my distance, you’re safe tonight.”

Terrence Sterling twitched his mouth, “…”

Meredith then moved to the corner and kept her distance with the piles documents, proving her point…