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.

the young man’s navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her

fixed a cold stare on the reporters, his expression stern, his gaze chilling.

retreated, with a few lingering to peer into the room.

though compact, provided an unobstructed

over the group as they

Emily and closed the door to the

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

“This isn’t the time for

searching the

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay hidden here forever.”

pursed her lips, eyeing the mop and bucket in the corner. “I have

as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a

guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and