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.

was draped over the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as

a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern, his gaze

few lingering

room, though compact, provided an unobstructed

over the group as they

Emily and closed the door

desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like

blushed. “This isn’t the time for

the door crack at the journalists searching the area, he continued, “They’re thorough. scrutinizing every passing student.”

he added, “We can’t

mop and bucket in the corner. “I have a

in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other, her trajectory slow and deliberate towards the refuse chute located

liberally adorned with dust