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?” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Having recently watched dramas, Cherise had picked up the notion of challenging Emma.

However, with 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 challenge.

Cherise’s palms grew sweaty.

Sensing Cherise’s discomfort, Emma’s confidence swelled. “Is something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to confront those reporters?”

“With your professed transparency and honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was unmistakable.

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

“It’s just,” she continued, settling back 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 embarrassing for me?”

Emma was momentarily speechless, her smugness tempered by Cherise’s calm demeanor.

“You’re merely posturing, Emma retorted, her tone sharp.

“Admit it, Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists downstairs.”

As the lone challenger to Cherise’s confidence, Emma found herself supported by those present.

“Come on, make your way downstairs already.”

“Heh, you think you can intimidate professional journalists like us college students? Think again.”

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

“It’s fascinating. She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s still putting on a front. Talk about audacity.”

“Exactly. She wouldn’t dare to betray Damien openly if she weren’t so bold!”

The chorus of voices echoed one after another, filling the room with their opinions.

Blake, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, seethed angrily.

Cherise sensed Blake’s simmering rage, knowing full well he was on the brink of exploding

Were it not for her and Emily, he would have torn these people’s mouths apart!

Fiddling with her phone, Cherise maintained a composed exterior, though inwardly turmoil churned.

Communication within the library had been blocked, rendering her unable to reach Damien!

Casting a glance at the embarrassed Emily and the boiling frustration in Blake’s eyes, Cherise understood that remaining would only escalate the situation.

With a deep breath, she offered a graceful smile and rose to her feet. “It’s not a matter of fear,” she began, her gaze briefly meeting Emma’s.

“But it’s not for you to dictate my actions.”