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

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

grew sweaty.

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

transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?”

smile to Emma. “Did I imply fear?”

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

speechless, her smugness tempered by

posturing, Emma retorted,

You’re apprehensive about facing those professional

Emma found herself

make your way downstairs

you can intimidate professional journalists

if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when faced with real

She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s