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

one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of

grew sweaty.

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

offer you an escape route. Why not

a serene smile to Emma.

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 should? Wouldn’t that be rather

momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her tone sharp.

You’re apprehensive about

to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported

on, make your way

think you can intimidate professional journalists

if Mrs. Lenoir will keep up her bravado when

she’s still putting on a front.