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.

had picked up the notion of challenging

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

grew sweaty.

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

professed transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape

serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply fear?”

idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should?

was momentarily speechless, her smugness

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her

it, Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing

Cherise’s confidence, Emma found

on, make your

intimidate professional journalists like us

Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced

in the wrong, but she’s still putting on