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?”

up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can

to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does any justify the

faltered, caught off guard. “But

the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant

mere few sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into a stuttering spiral of

“I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for

continued with a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t withhold your cooperation, would

she added,

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

than willing to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her demeanor composed.

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herself at a

acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s

probing would inevitably cast her as a reporter intent on prying into private matters and

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

eyes, Emma studied the woman before her.