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.

it seemed, the young woman before him made his heart

or am I already

a large number eight sign on

She’s my blind date?

before approaching her table and taking a seat

expression grew increasingly flabbergasted. There was

my private room is bad enough, but he’s

a large number

She’s my blind date?

himself before approaching her table and taking a seat opposite

woman’s expression grew increasingly flabbergasted. There was

enough, but he’s going to sit opposite me like it’s

It was not the first time a woman had scoffed at

free to go their separate ways after getting the blind date

introduced himself, declaring,

as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year

courage to say such things

at him in shock. A moment later, her lips curved

old with dual doctorates in finance and business

and

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

always thought women on blind dates

however, was

she’s mental? Or

of fantastical theories

his perplexed expression. The

in

in the air after her

Urgh, forget it!

go through all the motions so he

make much, but if you decide to date me, I promise I’ll always protect and cherish you. I’ll take over all the household chores so you can be a queen at home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to preserve my masculine

script that Emmanuel recited in

earnest expression and apparent lack of shame

she burst into a chuckle. She had never met a man who could

know I don’t check all the boxes, but I promise I’ll be a good

keep in her snigger. An annoyed Emmanuel demanded, “Why are you laughing, Ms. Quillen? Don’t you think you’re being

retorted coldly, “But I think you’re the

What is going

in horror

table number

but this is the VIP area. You must be looking for table number eight in the

Sorry! I’m so sorry! I mixed things

the floor in embarrassment. He jumped to his feet, ready to

wrong table for a blind date? No wonder she was laughing so much. She

shooting above my weight!

after Emmanuel’s departure, an old

private room,

black-clad bodyguards.

been astonished if he

was

had helped earlier in

implored, “Perhaps this is