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

thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside presented an entirely different challenge.

grew sweaty.

“Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront those reporters?”

honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was

composure, offering a serene smile to Emma. “Did I imply fear?”

you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you

smugness

retorted,

You’re apprehensive about facing those

confidence, Emma found herself

your way downstairs already.”

journalists

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

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