My Blind Husband

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.

hearing Blake’s query, she snapped back to reality, nodding vigorously. “Yes,

she instinctively attempted to gather her belongings, hesitating as she clutched

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

girl’s eyes, Cherise sensed

lady believed she bore the brunt of responsibility for the

squeezed the hand holding hers and offered a reassuring smile.

“Ms. Shaw.”

Cherise prepared to depart, another young woman rose, holding her phone aloft,

Raumolde a student from the journalism frowned at her, already disinclined

Cherise’s potential refusal with a faint smile, swiftly posing her question. “Ms. Shaw, what do you think

to subject him to excruciating pain under the guise of acting in his best interest,” Emma articulated, her tone measured and seemingly impartial,

in your promiscuous inclinations while effortlessly resolving the crisis facing the Lenoir Group,

do you find alignment with?”

composed demeanor and seemingly impartial words

“Are you asking