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.

watched dramas, Cherise had picked up the notion of

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

palms grew sweaty.

discomfort, Emma’s confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to

professed transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk

smile to Emma. “Did

idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And

was momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm

retorted,

You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists

lone challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by those

your way downstairs

intimidate professional journalists

wonder if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced with real reporters.”

the wrong, but she’s