My Blind Husband

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

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

palms grew

“Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront

and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape

a serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply

phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t

was momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered

Emma retorted, her

apprehensive about facing those

Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by those present.

make your

journalists like us college students? Think

will keep up her bravado when faced with

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