Marrying the Man in the Dark

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.

nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes,

instinctively attempted to gather her belongings, hesitating as she clutched

resolve, she dropped the backpack, hurried over, and took Cherise’s hand, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry… I’ll lead you out.”

Cherise

young lady believed she bore the brunt of responsibility for

squeezed the hand holding hers and offered a reassuring smile. “It’s not

“Ms. Shaw.”

young woman

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

her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think of the rumors circulating

you of mistreating your husband and employing a hypocritical strategy to subject him to excruciating pain under the guise of acting in his best interest,” Emma articulated,

while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir Group,

perspectives do you find alignment with?”

seemingly impartial words

brow. “Are you asking for trouble?”