Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“What… what do we do?” Emily’s voice quivered as the reporters furrow her brow and slip out of sight. drew closer, prompting Cherise to

Blake, his expression concerned, glanced at Emily’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “You little fool,”

With a gentle murmur, he embraced Emily just as the door swung open with a loud bang from outside.

The reporters, paying no attention to the room’s occupants, immediately began clicking their cameras, solely focused on capturing Cherise’s unguarded reaction.

Their anticipation for a flustered Cherise was palpable.

If mistaken, they would simply apologize.

But if Cherise stumbled, it would be front-page news!

Yet, they were in for a surprise.

In the dimly lit storage room, sunlight streamed through a narrow window, illuminating a couple locked in a passionate embrace atop a deserted desk.

over the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her cheeks flushed.

the reporters, his expression stern, his gaze chilling.

retreated, with a few lingering

utility room, though compact, provided an unobstructed view.

visible, disappointment settled over the group as they apologized and left.

released Emily and closed the door to the

beneath the desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in a drama, doesn’t

the time

through the door crack at the journalists searching the area, he continued, “They’re

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay

and bucket in the corner. “I have a plan. towards

minute after his departure, Emily, skillfully disguised as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can

liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring