I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Could it be that Meredith was truly mistreated and abandoned by a man?

Terrence Sterling furrowed his brow, Justin was not Meredith’s fiance, so who was the father of the child in her belly?

“Terry, drink less,” Harvey Fieldmouse advised, “Or should I call Miss Florrick?”

Terrence Sterling gave him a cold look, setting down his glass heavily, “Do you need to meddle?”

With that, he made his way to the restroom.

Harvey Fieldmouse didn’t follow, instead leaving the private room and instructing Rick, “You watch over Terry inside, I’ll make a call.”

He was taking this opportunity to call Meredith.

Ah, for Terry’s happiness, he was truly worried, without him, Terry and Miss Florrick would be separated.

Harvey Fieldmouse dialed twice before finally getting through, Meredith answered groggily, “Hello, who is this?”

“Miss Florrick, it’s me, Harvey Fieldmouse,” Harvey Fieldmouse half-truthfully said, “Can you come to Lunaire Club? Terry is quite drunk, all because of you hurting him, he’s drowning his sorrows in alcohol.”

At these words, Meredith’s drowsiness faded a bit, “Mr. Fieldmouse, what is Mr. Sterling doing?”

“Drinking,” Harvey Fieldmouse said, “All because of your pregnancy, Miss Florrick. From what I know of Terry, he’s serious this time, as soon as he heard you were pregnant, he was heartbroken. It’s been years since Terry got drunk from heartbreak.”

“The last breakup?” Meredith caught the key words, implying that besides the woman at Thornfield Gardens, Terrence Sterling had another girlfriend before.

“Miss Florrick, that’s not important, it’s all in the past,” Harvey Fieldmouse said, “Lunaire Club, come quickly, any misunderstandings can be resolved.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Mr. Fieldmouse, I think you’ve misunderstood, there’s no issue between Mr. Sterling and me,” Meredith sat up, leaning against the headboard, holding her phone, “He and I are just colleagues, the term heartbreak isn’t fitting.”

Besides their professional relationship, Meredith and Terrence Sterling had nothing else between them.

“Miss Florrick, just one word, will you come or not,” Harvey Fieldmouse was anxious for both of them, “I can’t understand why you two are so awkward, if you don’t believe me, just come and see for yourself, I don’t lie in my life.”

Meredith was silent, Harvey Fieldmouse added, “Miss Florrick, hurry up, I’ll go in to accompany Terry first.”

With that statement, Harvey Fieldmouse went back to the private room, as a brother, he had done what he could.

Harvey Fieldmouse’s phone call left Meredith restless for a long time, making it impossible for her to sleep.

Meredith tightly held her phone, not long after, Harvey Fieldmouse sent a video of Terrence Sterling drinking, most likely taken without his knowledge.

Terrence Sterling exuded loneliness and solitude, with a hint of melancholy.

He truly looked like someone drowning his sorrows over heartbreak.

Meredith’s mind was in turmoil, thinking back to the kiss at Meriton, thinking about how Terrence Sterling saved her during the accident, she finally got out of bed and changed before leaving.

It was very late now, a bit difficult to hail a cab.

Meredith waited by the roadside for a long time, feeling a slight pain in her belly. Could it be from the takeout she had earlier? Food poisoning?

The pain was tolerable and Meredith didn’t pay much attention, finally a car arrived, she waved it down.

At the same time, at Lunaire Club.

Rick came out of the private room, seeing Terrence Sterling in a bad mood, thinking that Fiona could help comfort him.

As Terrence Sterling’s girlfriend, Fiona should be able to be of use at this time.

Rick called Fiona, “Miss Woods, Mr. Sterling is at Lunaire Club, he’s had too much to drink, could you come and pick him up?”

Fiona, who was at a gathering with friends, saw this as an opportunity when she heard that Terrence Sterling had drunk too much.

If Terrence Sterling could have a relationship with Meredith, it was just a result of drunkenness, right?

So going to find Terrence Sterling now would give her a chance, wouldn’t it?

“Sure, I’ll come right over, Mr. Shepard, send me the address.”