Marrying the Man in the Dark

Emma chuckled softly.

“You’re quite clever, Cherise.

With a graceful stride, Emma approached the window, peering at the swarm of reporters gathered outside the library. “While I may lack the finesse of a professional journalist, feel free to decline my inquiries, challenge me, or even put me on the spot.

“But,” she paused, turning back to face Cherise with a playful smile, “what about those reporters out there? How do you plan to handle them, Cherise?”

Cherise furrowed her brow, rising slowly to join Emma at the window, her heart fluttering with a hint of panic.

Oh dear.

Were all those reporters gathered for her?

Inwardly. Cherise grappled with a sense of unease.

She had glimpsed the motto of Adania University when she and Blake entered through the school gates.

Cherise had picked up the notion

and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters

grew

confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you,

escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was

her composure, offering a serene smile to

her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t

smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm

retorted, her

it, Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists

to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported

make your way downstairs already.”

intimidate professional journalists like us

Lenoir will keep up

the wrong, but she’s still