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.

picked up the

her limited memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands

grew

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

I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was unmistakable.

her composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply

idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t that be

was momentarily speechless, her smugness

retorted, her tone

about

Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself

on, make your way downstairs already.”

can intimidate professional journalists like

will keep up her bravado when faced with real reporters.”

fascinating. She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s still putting on a