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.

had picked up the notion

her 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.

Emma’s confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to

an escape route. Why not

a serene smile to Emma.

chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And

momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered

posturing, Emma retorted,

about facing those professional

Cherise’s confidence, Emma

make your

you think you can intimidate professional journalists like us college students?

keep up her bravado when faced

the wrong, but she’s still putting on a front.