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?”

evident. “How can

follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does any justify the

faltered, caught off guard. “But what people say online…”

idle chatter, relishing in the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant

to send Emma

bit her lip and met Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she explained,

a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you

natural,” she added,

maintained her affable smile. “Certainly, if your ambition is to merely

more than willing to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured,

to share aspects of my life

a loss

lips together, acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s response.

as a reporter intent on prying into

a concession to Cherise but a testament to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my life openly. Transparency

her eyes, Emma studied the