Love At The Wrong Table

“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 made eighty 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.

Against all odds, it seemed, the young woman before

him made his heart race like a runaway horse.

Am I simply nervous, or am I already attracted to her?

More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number

on the

She’s my blind date?

deep breath to

and taking a seat

woman’s

even a hint

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging

is bad enough, but he’s going

like it’s nobody’s business?

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed

on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath to calm himself

taking a seat

woman’s expression

was even a hint of hostility in

pretty eyes.

man! Barging

but he’s going to

like it’s nobody’s business?

It was not the

a woman had scoffed at

free to go their separate ways

date done and

introduced himself, declaring, “Hi! My

years old, and I

a gynecologist. I make eighty

a car or

would need an incredible amount of

things to

calm and

young woman stared at him in shock. A

a smirk, and

of her

to meet you. I’m

with dual doctorates

and business administration

I made three billion last

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck

thought women on

red flags.

was

catch? Perhaps she’s

Or infertile?

of fantastical theories

at his perplexed

her cool

introduced herself

difficult spot and intimidate him

expected, awkward silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

Mackenzie was telling

decided to go

at least

result in a trip to

don’t make much, but if you decide

I promise I’ll always protect and cherish

take over all the household chores so you

Of course, I

front of

give

thousand every month.”

script that Emmanuel

single breath.

was dumbfounded at his

lack of shame at

lower salary.

while later, she burst into

a man who could humor

laughing

Emmanuel continued, “I know

boxes, but I promise I’ll be a

husband if we’re married!”

failed to keep in

Emmanuel demanded, “Why are

Ms. Quillen? Don’t

rather rude?”

very good man!” Mackenzie

“But I think

I’m not here for

What is going