NovelEnglishChapter 625 Hayes was just about to ask Teresa about something, but as he turned to face her, he was met with her heavy eyelids fighting a losing battle with sleep. A wave of genuine concern washed over him, making him forget his own confusion.
"Hey, you..." he gently patted Teresa's shoulder, his young face wrinkling in worry, "when did you last get ssleep?" Sleep? Despite Teresa's tender years, she was a certified workaholic through and through! Without making a dent in her workload, she'd be restless, her mind churning with unfinished business. And that meant that even when she hit the sack, she wouldn't catch a wink of sleep.
So, she simply chose not to sleep at all! But she didn't want Hayes to fret, so she thumped her chest and promised, "Little Mute, I'm going to bed right after this! Don't you worry about me, you should head off to bed too!" As she spoke, Teresa swiftly nudged Hayes towards his room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore he left, he couldn't help but remind her, "Get srest early, don't stay up late!" Teresa gave a firm nod, her small face serious, "Trust me, Little Mute, I will! Goodnight!" Though she talked a good game, putting words into action was another matter entirely.
Without skipping a beat, the little girl darted back to her room, quickly swapped out the photo of Maurice for one of Frederick, slapped her cheeks to stay alert, and dove back into her sketches on the drawing board, foregoing sleep once again.
She worked tirelessly into the wee hours until, overcby sleepiness, she collapsed onto the floor, drifting off without realizing it.
She was out like a light, all the way through till the next morning's breakfast time, without stirring once.
By then, Sadie had already whipped up a hearty breakfast, setting a full spread on the table.
Hayes waited in the dining room, but there was no sign of Teresa coming down the stairs. Recalling the late-night working Teresa, he started to get antsy.
She wouldn't have pulled an all-nighter, would she? Hayes turned to Jocelyn, who was dishing up sporridge for him, and said in a soft tone, "Grandma... I'm gonna go upstairs... and get Teresa for breakfast!" Jocelyn smiled tenderly, "Alright, off you go." Given the green light by Jocelyn, the little guy leapt off his stool and dashed up to Teresa's room.
Her door was unlocked, and with a light push from Hayes, it swung open.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe scene before him left him gobsmacked! Teresa was fast asleep on the floor! Her pose was comical, her bottom sticking up in the air like a round ball, her face planted straight against the floor, hands beside her head - she looked like a goofy, oversized spider.
Hayes fought back laughter for a moment, but as he looked around, he noticed scraps of paper scattered all over the floor.
Upon closer inspection, he realized they were individual facial features that Teresa had been working on. Clearly, she'd been up all night.
Not wanting to wake her, Hayes intended to grab a blanket from the bed to cover her with. But as he turned, his eyes were instantly drawn to two photos clipped to the drawing board. Weren't those... Aunt Marguerite and Daddy? But he distinctly remembered Teresa drawing from a photo of Marguerite and Uncle Maurice the night before! What was going on? Why had Teresa switched to using a picture of his dad instead of Uncle Maurice? The little guy grabbed the photos, puzzling over them, when suddenly, a memory hit Hayes - his dad had been married to Marguerite.
Before he could piece it all together, a startled Teresa, waking from her slumber, snatched the photos from behind him.
Hayes turned around to find himself face-to-face with a groggy, defensive Teresa who, in a high-pitched, irfitable voice, accused, "Little Mute! How could you snoop through my stuff?"
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