Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Emma’s brow furrowed, a subtle indication of her perplexity. “Third year,” she confirmed.

The palpable aura emanating from Cherise unsettled her deeply.

An uneasy tension settled in Emma’s core, manifesting in the nervous nibbling of her lip.

Realization dawned upon her with a jolt.

Though it was evident she held the role of interrogator, why did she find herself unexpectedly assuming the position of being interrogated?

“Oh, third year?” Emma echoed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherise’s smile remained intact as she probed, “Since you’ve graced our halls for three years, I presume familiarity with our school motto?”

Emma pressed her lips together, hesitating before reluctantly acquiescing to Cherise’s inquiry. “Our school motto… it’s to absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.”

Cherise’s smile widened subtly. “You’ve committed it to memory quite admirably. Yet, one must ponder, why do you not abide by it?”

Emma glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can you assume I haven’t adhered to

follow, enact,

caught off guard. “But what people

relishing in the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a license to do the same?” Cherise’s tone remained composed yet

sentences from Cherise were enough to

that I’m a journalism student. I simply require

pride in her eyes, “Surely,

natural,” she added, her words carefully

if your ambition is to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private

than willing to accommodate your request,”

I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly; transparency and sincerity are paramount,” she

at a

acknowledging the eloquence

inevitably cast her as a reporter intent on prying into

transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my life openly. Transparency and sincerity

studied the woman before