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?”

aback, Emma glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can you assume I

uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does any justify the indulgence in idle gossip

guard. “But what people

the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a license to do the same?”

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

I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she explained, her tone tinged

of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t withhold your cooperation, would you?”

she added, her

is to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private

to accommodate your

have any further inquiries, let’s address them together. I’m prepared to share aspects

at a loss for

together, acknowledging the eloquence

as a reporter intent on prying into private matters

to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared

her eyes, Emma studied