I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer reached out and picked up Little Lucky. Holding such a small child in her arms, she felt an impulse to throw him away. His neck was so thin and tender, it seemed like it could break with a gentle squeeze. Those tiny fingers, so small and delicate, filled Joy Chaucer's mind with malicious thoughts. If one or two of those fingers were broken, it would surely hurt a lot, and Terrence Sterling and Meredith would be heartbroken.

"Rowan, you look so good," Joy Chaucer praised with her mouth, while inwardly wishing to bite Little Lucky's neck.

The nanny prepared the formula and said, "Let me hold him."

"It's okay, I'll feed him," Joy Chaucer smiled kindly. "I will get married and have children in the future; consider this practice."

The nanny didn't think much of it. "Alright, just hold the bottle like this so Miss Rowan won't choke. If she chokes, it would be terrible..."

The nanny taught Joy Chaucer how to feed Little Lucky. Hearing the words "choke" and "terrible," Joy Chaucer's evil thoughts resurfaced. She had seen online that some children had choked to death.

If Little Lucky choked to death, Terrence Sterling and Meredith would be in immense pain.

Joy Chaucer placed the bottle at Little Lucky's mouth. Smelling the milk, Little Lucky opened his mouth and started sucking eagerly; he was really hungry.

Little Lucky drank his formula obediently. His big eyes and well-behaved manner made him very endearing.

The nanny praised, "Miss Rowan is so good; she doesn't fuss and is very easy to take care of. She looks just like the young lady; she'll grow up to be a beauty."

Hearing the nanny praise Meredith and Little Lucky ignited jealousy in Joy Chaucer's heart.

Joy Chaucer tightly gripped the bottle and tilted it upright. As Little Lucky drank eagerly, he suddenly choked.

Little Lucky's face turned red as he struggled to breathe, crying loudly. As he cried, he couldn't catch his breath, and his face began to turn blue and purple. Soon, he stopped moving.

Joy Chaucer laughed triumphantly. Little Lucky was gone. She wanted to see how Terrence Sterling and Meredith would suffer.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

Joy Chaucer's laughter was eerie, scaring the nanny beside her. The nanny looked at Joy Chaucer in confusion. "What's wrong with you?"

The nanny's voice pulled Joy Chaucer back to reality. She looked at Little Lucky drinking milk in her arms; her face stiffened-it had all been an illusion. Little Lucky hadn't choked at all. Little Lucky finished his formula, and the nanny took him from Joy Chaucer's arms. "Miss Rowan tends to spit up after eating; I'll take care of her."

The nanny laid Little Lucky on her shoulder and gently patted his back.

Joy Chaucer's expression froze-this little brat was still alive; why hadn't he choked?

"Rowan."

Meredith walked in with a smile from outside. Not seeing her daughter for a while made her worried, so she came over when she knew Rowan was in the lounge.

Seeing Joy Chaucer there made Meredith's face flash with terror. She immediately looked at her daughter to make sure she was okay.

The nanny said, "Madam, Miss Rowan just finished drinking milk."

Meredith nodded at the nanny before turning angrily to Joy Chaucer. "What are you doing here? Get out! If you dare come near my daughter or touch her, I will never forgive you." Meredith didn't bother being polite to Joy Chaucer.

Seeing Meredith's hostile attitude towards Joy Chaucer made the nanny nervous too-was there some conflict between them? She had just handed Miss Rowan over to this woman; what if Madam found out? Joy Chaucer stood up. "Meredith, what's there to be afraid of? I just came to see Rowan. After all, I'm still Rowan's aunt, right? Cousin?"

In terms of family relations, Joy Chaucer and Meredith were indeed cousins.