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.

navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her

on the reporters, his expression stern,

with a few lingering to peer into the room.

utility room, though compact, provided

disappointment settled over the

and closed the door to the utility room.

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

the time for

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

“We can’t stay hidden here forever.”

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

as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other,

liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively