My Blind Husband

“What… what do we do?” Emily’s voice quivered as the reporters furrow her brow and slip out of sight. drew closer, prompting Cherise to

Blake, his expression concerned, glanced at Emily’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “You little fool,”

With a gentle murmur, he embraced Emily just as the door swung open with a loud bang from outside.

The reporters, paying no attention to the room’s occupants, immediately began clicking their cameras, solely focused on capturing Cherise’s unguarded reaction.

Their anticipation for a flustered Cherise was palpable.

If mistaken, they would simply apologize.

But if Cherise stumbled, it would be front-page news!

Yet, they were in for a surprise.

In the dimly lit storage room, sunlight streamed through a narrow window, illuminating a couple locked in a passionate embrace atop a deserted desk.

coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her cheeks flushed.

the reporters, his expression stern, his gaze chilling. “Leave!”

reporters hurriedly retreated, with a few lingering to peer into

though compact, provided an unobstructed view.

couple visible, disappointment settled over the group as they apologized

and closed the door to the utility

with a playful remark like we’re in a drama, doesn’t it?”

isn’t the time

at the journalists searching the area, he continued, “They’re

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay

the mop and bucket in the corner. “I

disguised as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other, her trajectory slow and deliberate towards the

liberally adorned with