Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Emma chuckled softly.

“You’re quite clever, Cherise.

With a graceful stride, Emma approached the window, peering at the swarm of reporters gathered outside the library. “While I may lack the finesse of a professional journalist, feel free to decline my inquiries, challenge me, or even put me on the spot.

“But,” she paused, turning back to face Cherise with a playful smile, “what about those reporters out there? How do you plan to handle them, Cherise?”

Cherise furrowed her brow, rising slowly to join Emma at the window, her heart fluttering with a hint of panic.

Oh dear.

Were all those reporters gathered for her?

Inwardly. Cherise grappled with a sense of unease.

She had glimpsed the motto of Adania University when she and Blake entered through the school gates.

picked up

limited memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside presented an entirely different challenge.

palms grew sweaty.

confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront

you an escape route. Why not

offering a serene smile to Emma.

she continued, settling back into her chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me,

was momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm

retorted, her tone sharp.

Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those

to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by

on, make your way

think you can intimidate professional journalists like

will keep up her bravado when faced with real reporters.”

the wrong, but she’s still putting on a