Chapter 861 The Aftermath
Cherise remained silent.
This man had become so skilled at sweet–talking!
In the presidential suite of a five–star hotel in Adania.
A loud “bang” echoed as the expensive, diamond–studded phone was violently thrown to the ground.
Yolanda clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness.
Cherise returned home without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep.
It felt like she was a small boat in the sea, carried along by Damien’s tumultuous waves.
The following day, she luxuriously slept until noon.
At noon, Cherise was abruptly awakened by the sunlight streaming into her room.
As she glanced outside at the bright sunshine, a wave of chaos swept over her heart.
The next moment, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.
Immediately, the entire manor resonated with the enraged voice of a woman, “Late for work again!!!”
Yesterday marked Cherise’s first day at her new job, yet she slept until noon.
Now, facing the same scenario on her second day, she felt a growing dread.
How would she continue to request time off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially the gossiping Heather?
The mere thought of facing her coworkers and providing excuses caused her head to ache.
Just as she grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not feeling well today?”
“Mr. Whitlock mentioned you took half a day of sick leave and asked if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed over the phone.
“He also said if you’re not up to it, he can grant another day off.”
Cherise was at a loss for words.
“This sick leave…”
She couldn’t fathom how Damien managed to sway the people at the research institute.
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as she was about to respond, a more pressing concern crossed her mind. “Heather, did you go to work today?”
She was burned yesterday, and the doctor advised her to rest for a few days. How could she have sustained such an injury and show up for work today?
Can her body even handle it?
“It’s nothing.”
Heather chirped, seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor injury. Work comes first!”
Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”
Without further ado, she sprang from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over in an instant.”
Heather hesitated on the other end, her tone wary. “Cherise, forget it.”
“It’s nothing. I might even be more active than you now.”
“Forget what?”
Cherise’s brows knitted. “Heather, you know a fair bit about medicine.”
“How could your burn heal so quickly?”
“Others might not care, but you can’t be reckless!”
“Wait! I’ll be right there!”
Heather interjected, abruptly cutting off the conversation upon hearing Mr. Whitlock’s call in the background.
“Okay, Cherise, let’s table this discussion for now.”
“If you’re feeling unwell, staying home and rest is best. You do not need to come all the
Chapter 861 The Aftermath
way here for my sake.”
With that, she ended the call.
Cherise was left with a furrowed brow. She pocketed her phone and hastened downstairs.
“Mrs. Lenoir, I’ve prepared some porridge for you,”
Frances greeted from the kitchen, sensing Cherise’s awakening. “Would you like to have it before you go?”
“No time,”
Cherise exclaimed, darting to the entrance as she slipped on her shoes. “My friend has an urgent matter at the research institute, and I must go immediately.”
She quickly glanced at the table and noticed the tempting aroma of the steaming hot lunch, causing her stomach to growl involuntarily.
