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.

navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off

the reporters, his expression stern, his

reporters hurriedly retreated, with a few lingering to peer

utility room, though compact, provided an

over the group as

closed the door to

off with a playful remark like we’re in a drama,

blushed. “This isn’t the time

searching the area, he continued, “They’re thorough. scrutinizing every passing student.”

Cherise, he added, “We can’t stay

mop and bucket in the corner. “I have a plan.

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

maintain her guise, Emily was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring her