Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

That individual’s resounding voice seized the entire library’s attention, focusing it squarely on Cherise.

The once tranquil library instantly morphed into a bustling marketplace filled with whispers, discreet snickers, and open mockery.

Amidst this cacophony, Cherise heard every word.

She pressed her lips together, her hands clenched tightly by her side.

While she had always maintained the belief that she shouldn’t heed the words of others and knew she shouldn’t allow the gossipmongers to affect her, the unpleasant voices stirred a deep rage within her.

After all, ignoring such matters entirely was an impossible feat, wasn’t it?

“Let’s go.”

Blake took a decisive step forward without uttering another word, positioning himself protectively in front of Cherise. He then turned to the girl with twin ponytails and inquired, “Is there a back exit here?”

The girl was taken aback by the unfolding scene before her.

Blake’s query, she snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously.

attempted to gather her belongings,

the backpack, hurried over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely.

eyes, Cherise

the brunt of responsibility for the current

and offered a reassuring smile.

“Ms. Shaw.”

woman rose, holding her

smile “I’m Emma Raumolde a student from the journalism frowned at her, already disinclined

preempted Cherise’s potential refusal with a faint smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think of

employing a hypocritical strategy to subject him to excruciating pain under

also those who suggest that you are indulging in your promiscuous inclinations while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir Group, both simultaneously,” she continued,

these perspectives do you find alignment

seemingly impartial words thinly veiled disdain for Cherise.

furrowed his brow. “Are you asking for