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 his heart race like

I simply nervous, or am I

noticed a large number eight sign on

She’s my blind date?

deep breath to calm himself before

was even a hint of

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

number eight

She’s my blind date?

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

increasingly flabbergasted. There was even a

of this man! Barging into my privateroom is bad enough, but

not the first time a woman had

go their separate ways after getting

himself, declaring, “Hi!

and I work as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year and don’t

incredible amount of courage to say such things to a

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

I’m twenty-seven years old with dual

year, and I

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

women on blind dates came with

was arguably

Perhaps she’s mental? Or

of fantastical theories

his perplexed expression. The pride

deliberately introduced herself to put the stranger in a difficult spot

awkward silence lingered in the air after her

Urgh, forget it!

was telling the truth was beside the point. Emmanuel decided to go through all the motions so he could at

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 family. If we do get married,

a well-worn script that Emmanuel

his earnest expression and apparent lack of shame

while later, she burst into a chuckle. She had never met a

don’t check all the boxes, but I promise I’ll

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

and retorted coldly, “But I

is

widened in horror

this table number

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

I’m so sorry! I mixed

in embarrassment. He jumped to his feet, ready to make a

at the wrong table for a blind date?

shooting above my weight!

departure, an

room, escorted by

black-clad bodyguards.

astonished

man was none other

had helped earlier in front of the

“Perhaps this is fate,