I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Stella’s hands were too long, her control too wide.

She attempted to meddle in Terrence Sterling’s marriage, further straining their relationship.

With red-rimmed eyes and a hint of unease, Stella tried to explain, “Terry, I only want what’s best for you.”

“I’ve heard that enough,” Terrence Sterling coldly replied. “If you don’t want our relationship to worsen, then stay out of my affairs.”

Stella felt deeply hurt by her son’s indifference.

“Terrence, don’t argue with your mom,” Mrs. Sterling interjected upon hearing the tense atmosphere.

Seeing Mrs. Sterling, Terrence’s demeanor softened immediately. “Grandma, it’s stuffy in here. Let’s go downstairs to play chess.”

As Terrence helped Mrs. Sterling downstairs, he didn’t even spare a glance for Stella.

Watching her son treat Mrs. Sterling so well while being cold towards her, Stella felt jealous and angry.

With a strong need for control, Stella liked to be the one in charge. If things didn’t go her way, all hell would break loose.

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Whenever they met, there was bound to be tension.

One couldn’t resist meddling, while the other didn’t want to be meddled with.

During dinner, Stella tried to talk to Terrence, but he ignored her every word.

At night when his father Julian Sterling returned, he knew that mother and son were at odds again. He pretended to sleep in their bedroom; otherwise, it would only make things worse.

However, Julian Sterling couldn’t escape Stella’s wrath.

Just as he lay down, Stella pulled him up, “You come in and go straight to sleep. Is this a hotel to you? Your son rarely comes back, are you two trying to drive me crazy?”

Julian Sterling listened helplessly to Stella’s nagging, “Why do you always fight with your son? After so many years, what’s the point? Your son is grown, you shouldn’t worry so much. He’s running such a big company, do you still worry about him?”

Julian Sterling lived carefree all his life. Before Terrence Sterling took over, Mrs. Sterling was in charge of Thornfield Gardens.

Now that Mrs. Sterling had retired, it was Terrence Sterling’s responsibility.

In his youth, he clung to his mother, and now, he clung to his son. Julian Sterling had never worried about making a living.

“But he’s my son,” Stella argued. “Terry is thirty and still unmarried. Aren’t you worried? He used to be with Azure, who was clearly not a good woman, and recently he brought home some random woman from Thornfield Gardens, unfit to be seen…”

Julian Sterling felt a headache coming on, “No matter who your son associates with, you’re never satisfied. What kind of daughter-in-law do you want?”

“Someone like Joy,” Stella said enthusiastically. “Don’t you forget, we had a marriage arrangement with the Chaucer family. Joy is twenty-five, Terry is thirty. They are a perfect match, it’s a match made in heaven. Bianca mentioned it to me the other day, your mother may be senile and forgotten, so I’ll take care of it.”

Julian Sterling asked, “Has your son agreed?”

“This is your mother’s arranged marriage. He might not be happy with my plans, but he listens to his grandma,” Stella confidently asserted. “This will definitely work out.”

“Do as you please, I have no say in this household,” Julian Sterling lay down to sleep.

Terrence Sterling had previously sent his uncle to prison, and even his own father’s pleas were ineffective.

Julian Sterling couldn’t control anyone, so he chose to control nothing.

…

Today, Meredith worked overtime and arrived home late, feeling exhausted. As she stepped out of the elevator, she noticed a figure by the door.

Could it be Terrence Sterling again?

At the thought, Meredith hurried over…