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.

recently watched dramas, Cherise had picked up the notion

one thing, but facing hundreds or

palms grew

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

an escape route.

composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did

just,” she continued, settling back into her chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I

was momentarily speechless, her smugness

posturing, Emma retorted, her tone

it, Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists downstairs.”

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

on, make your way downstairs

can intimidate professional journalists like us college students? Think

Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced

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