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?”

Cherise, her confusion evident. “How can you

me to pose this question: absorb, heed, uphold, follow, enact, embody

caught off guard. “But what

chatter, relishing in the speculation of others‘ private affairs. Does that grant you a license to

Cherise were enough to send

met Cherise’s gaze. “I did mention that I’m a journalism student. I simply require your

glimmer of pride in her eyes, “Surely, you wouldn’t withhold your

natural,” she added, her words carefully chosen.

her affable smile. “Certainly, if your ambition is to merely revel in reporting on others‘ private affairs and stirring

than willing to accommodate your request,” Cherise assured, her demeanor composed.

you have any further inquiries, let’s address them together. I’m prepared to share aspects of my life openly; transparency

herself at a loss for words.

acknowledging the eloquence of Cherise’s

reporter intent on prying into private matters and

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

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