My Blind Husband

Emma’s brow furrowed, a subtle indication of her perplexity. “Third year,” she confirmed.

The palpable aura emanating from Cherise unsettled her deeply.

An uneasy tension settled in Emma’s core, manifesting in the nervous nibbling of her lip.

Realization dawned upon her with a jolt.

Though it was evident she held the role of interrogator, why did she find herself unexpectedly assuming the position of being interrogated?

“Oh, third year?” Emma echoed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherise’s smile remained intact as she probed, “Since you’ve graced our halls for three years, I presume familiarity with our school motto?”

Emma pressed her lips together, hesitating before reluctantly acquiescing to Cherise’s inquiry. “Our school motto… it’s to absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom.”

Cherise’s smile widened subtly. “You’ve committed it to memory quite admirably. Yet, one must ponder, why do you not abide by it?”

glanced up at Cherise, her confusion evident. “How

heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody wisdom. Among these virtues, does

off guard. “But what

Does that grant you a license to do the same?” Cherise’s tone remained composed yet

sentences from Cherise were enough to send Emma into a stuttering spiral of uncertainty.

contemplating, Emma delicately bit her lip and met Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your assistance for a practical interview,” she explained, her tone tinged with a hint of

her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t withhold your cooperation, would

me–it’s only natural,” she added, her words carefully chosen.

merely revel in reporting on others‘ private affairs

than willing to accommodate your

together. I’m prepared to share

at a loss for

lips together, acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s

her as a reporter intent on prying into private matters and igniting online

concession to Cherise but a testament to her transparency. “As your senior, I’m prepared to share my life openly.

her eyes, Emma studied