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.

recently watched dramas, Cherise had picked up the notion of

thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters

palms grew

“Is something bothering you,

honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?”

her composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply

don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should?

smugness tempered by Cherise’s

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her

about facing

challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by those present.

your way downstairs

professional journalists like us college students? Think

if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced

she’s still putting on a front.