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.

picked up the notion of challenging

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

grew

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

you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk

composure, offering a serene smile to Emma.

idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release

smugness

posturing, Emma retorted, her tone

You’re apprehensive about facing those professional

Emma found herself supported

make your way

can intimidate professional journalists

Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her

wrong, but she’s still putting on a front. Talk about audacity.”