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.

Cherise had picked

limited memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands

palms grew sweaty.

swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to

you an escape route.

her composure, offering a serene smile

chair and idly playing with her phone, “if you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t that be rather embarrassing for me?”

speechless, her smugness tempered by

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her

about facing those professional journalists downstairs.”

challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported

on, make your way downstairs already.”

intimidate professional journalists like us college students? Think

up her bravado when faced with real

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