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.

seemed, the young woman before him made

I simply nervous, or am

number

She’s my blind date?

calm himself before approaching her table and taking

increasingly flabbergasted. There was

my private room is bad enough, but he’s going to

noticed a large number eight sign

She’s my blind date?

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

was even a hint

man! Barging into my privateroom is bad enough,

the first time a woman had scoffed at

separate ways after getting the blind date done and

himself, declaring, “Hi! My name

work as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year

need an incredible amount of courage to say such things to a woman, but Emmanuel appeared unusually

lips curved into a smirk, and she replied with an introduction of her

Quillen. I’m twenty-seven years old with dual doctorates in

I made three billion last year, and I have a car

Emmanuel was stunned.

heck is

on blind dates came with red

was

the catch? Perhaps she’s mental? Or

sorts of fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s

expression. The pride in her

in a difficult spot and

awkward silence lingered in the

Urgh, forget it!

the point. Emmanuel decided to go through all the motions so he could

the household chores so you can be a queen at home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to preserve my masculine pride in front of my

that

apparent lack

into a chuckle. She had never met a man who

Unimpressed by her reaction, Emmanuel continued, “I know I don’t check all

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

good man!” Mackenzie stopped smiling and retorted coldly, “But I think you’re the confused one here. I’m not here for a

What is

widened in horror as

table

number eight in the common dining area.

so sorry! I mixed things

wished he could sink into the floor in embarrassment. He jumped to

for a blind date? No

shooting above my weight!

Emmanuel’s departure, an old

Mackenzie’s private room, escorted

black-clad bodyguards.

been astonished if he

man was none other than the

helped earlier in front

this