A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1

“I know, Mom. I’m in front of the café. Call you later!”

Emmanuel Lowe hung up on his mother impatiently.

The twenty-eight-year-old man had never been in a relationship.

After spending seven years in the army, he retired from the military and worked at a hospital in Yeringham for three years.

He was a gynecologist at the hospital and madeeighty thousand a year.

Worried he would end up old and alone, Emmanuel’s mother urged him to settle down. Since he had no idea where to begin when it came to dating, his mother took matters into her own hands and set him up on multiple blind dates.

Thanks to her efforts, he had gone on seventeen blind dates so far.

Alas, wedding bells were clearly not on the horizon for Emmanuel. It was frustrating. He knew he was just going through the motions at that point.

“Help! Someone help me!”

Right before Emmanuel entered the café, he heard someone calling out weakly for help. you for your kindness!” replied the old man with a smile.

Emmanuel realized then that the old man’s attire was at odds with his airs. Despite his tattered clothes, the old man’s clean hands looked like those of a man accustomed to wealth.

Still, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity. After confirming that the old man was unharmed,

Emmanuel rushed into the café for his blind date. He never once considered being repaid for his kind act earlier.

The café was massive and practically structured like a maze.

Emmanuel’s mother mentioned that his blind date was seated at table number eight. He wandered through the confusing café, but before he could locate the correct table, he stumbled into a special area.

The lighting was softer there, and the floor was scattered with fresh petals.

The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air. He wondered if he had set foot in heaven.

Emmanuel raised his eyes and immediately froze.

A beautiful, elegant woman sat before a table in the room.

It was no exaggeration to say she embodied perfection itself.

The heavens clearly decided to shower all their favors on her.

The woman quietly sipped her coffee with her legs crossed neatly to the side. On the table was a non-translated copy of The Power Broker.

When she noticed Emmanuel barging into the room, she looked up at him in confusion and disgust.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

When Emmanuel recovered from the shock of stumbling upon the beautiful stranger, he realized his heart was about to beat its way out of his chest.

Never once had he ever felt so attracted to a woman in his twenty-eight years of life.

The countless female bodies he had seen in his work as a gynecologist hardly appealed to him. At some point, he even wondered if he was attracted to women at all.

before

or am I

large number eight sign on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

a deep breath to calm himself before approaching her table and taking a seat opposite

increasingly flabbergasted. There was even a hint of hostility in

is bad enough,

a large number eight sign on

She’s my blind date?

before approaching her table and taking

was even a hint of hostility in

privateroom is bad enough, but he’s going to

expression. It was not the first time a woman had

to go their separate ways after getting the

declaring, “Hi! My name

twenty-eight years old, and I work as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a

man would need an incredible amount of courage to say such things to a woman, but Emmanuel

him in shock. A moment later, her lips curved into a

meet you. I’m Mackenzie Quillen. I’m twenty-seven years old with dual doctorates in finance and

year, and

Emmanuel was stunned.

heck is

blind dates came with red

however, was

catch? Perhaps she’s mental?

of fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s

expression. The pride in her cool gaze

the stranger in a difficult spot and intimidate him

awkward silence lingered in the air after her

Urgh, forget it!

go through all the motions so he could at least mollify

you can be a queen at home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to preserve my masculine pride in front of my family. If we

was a well-worn script that Emmanuel

and apparent lack of

chuckle. She had

you laughing about?” Unimpressed by her reaction, Emmanuel continued, “I know I don’t check

demanded, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen? Don’t you think

and retorted coldly, “But I think you’re

What is going

eyes widened in horror as

table number

You must be looking for table number eight in the common dining area. Please go out and turn right!” She pointed

so sorry! I mixed

the floor in embarrassment. He

so embarrassing! How could I sit at the wrong table for a blind date? No wonder she was laughing so

shooting above my weight!

Emmanuel’s departure, an

private room, escorted

black-clad bodyguards.

been astonished if he

man was none other than

helped earlier in front

“Perhaps this is fate,