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

with her limited memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside

palms grew sweaty.

swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise?

your professed transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was unmistakable.

composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply fear?”

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

her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm demeanor.

posturing, Emma retorted, her tone sharp.

about facing those professional journalists downstairs.”

lone challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found

make your way downstairs already.”

journalists like us

if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced

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