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.

girl was draped over the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping

young man fixed a cold stare on the reporters,

reporters hurriedly retreated, with a few lingering to

utility room, though compact, provided an

visible, disappointment settled over

Blake released Emily and closed the door to the

from beneath the desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in a drama,

blushed. “This isn’t the

searching the

to Cherise, he added, “We can’t

pursed her lips, eyeing the mop and bucket in the corner. “I have a plan. towards the exit.

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

to maintain her guise, Emily was liberally adorned