Marrying the Man in the Dark

“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.

coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her cheeks

fixed a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern, his gaze chilling. “Leave!”

a few lingering to

room, though compact, provided

couple visible, disappointment settled over the group as they

closed the door to the utility

emerged from beneath the desk behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark

blushed. “This isn’t the time for

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

added, “We can’t

bucket in the

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

guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring