Chapter 47 It’s Fine if I Sleep
Good–hearted Cherise could not let Frances lose her job because of her.
She stretched and summoned the energy to get out of bed.
Preparing breakfast was not a problem since she had two years of experience preparing breakfast for Grandma.
However, skills were nothing in the face of drowsiness.
Although she was making breakfast standing, she almost fell asleep more than a couple of times.
If Frances had not reminded her by her side, she could have fallen asleep and hurt herself.
After countless yawns, Cherise finally finished preparing the food.
“This is pretty good,” the man tasted some of it and praised her.
He did not see that Cherise was half awake and continued happily, “Breakfast is in your hands since you’re used to waking up early.”
His voice was filled with admiration. “Cherise, you’re a wonderful wife.”
But Cherise was half asleep on her feet.
If there were a bed before her, she would not hesitate to fall into it and sleep to her heart’s.
content.
She forced herself to stay awake. After feeding Damien, she went back to her seat.
She almost fell asleep even as she ate.
She arrived at school in a daze. For once, Cherise, who had always paid full attention in cla*s, felt like sleeping when cla*s started.
I’m drained. The others never paid attention like I usually do. It’s fine if I sleep this one time, right?
Yet the reality was never as she hoped it would be.
The first cla*s was advanced mathematics.
The lecturer called on Cherise. “You’re the only one who has been listening to me. But now you’re doing the same as they are? Keep standing and reflect on yourself!”
She complied helplessly and stood in the middle of the ruckus until cla*s ended.
Political studies was the next cla*s.
Uncharacteristically, the lecturer called Cherise to the front as an a*sistant.
Although Cherise was not much help, the lecturer did not let her back to her seat. “Cherise, with enough practice, you can be a capable a*sistant. You’ll continue to be my a*sistant in the meantime.”
Cherise was miserable the entire morning.
She felt as though her brain had melted entirely, but there was no chance of taking a shut–eye.
“Why don’t you just tell Damien the truth?”
Lucy observed a dispirited Cherise and carefully said during lunch. “Tell him what you’re going through. Tell him he can help with the finance or reduce the things you must do. Look at you! You’re on your last legs!”
Cherise shook her head. “We’re not that close. He has no reason to help me financially.”
“What do you mean you’re not close? You share a bed, for goodness‘ sake!”
Lucy slammed her spoon on the table. “You’re overthinking it, Cherise. You’ve always believed since you married him for money that makes you beneath him, right?”
Lucy could see through Cherise’s thoughts. “Do you feel like you’re just a maid before him?”
Ever since she married Damien, Cherise had been cautious. Lucy could see that she was not -happy at all.
Cherise glanced at Lucy. “Keep your voice down.
