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

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath to calm himself

and taking

woman’s expression grew

even a hint

pretty eyes.

of this man! Barging into

bad enough, but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

noticed a large

sign on

She’s my blind date?

breath to calm

her table and taking a

young woman’s expression

a

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man! Barging into

but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

ignored her expression. It was not

a woman had scoffed at

were free to go their separate

date done

introduced himself, declaring, “Hi!

twenty-eight years old, and

make eighty thousand

car

would need an

to a woman, but

calm

woman stared at him in shock. A

lips curved into a smirk, and

introduction of

meet you. I’m

years old with dual

and business administration from

made three billion last

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

heck

thought women on

red flags.

however, was arguably

catch? Perhaps she’s mental? Or

Or infertile?

fantastical

smirked at his perplexed

her cool

herself to put the

difficult spot and intimidate him

silence lingered in the

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

Mackenzie was telling the truth

Emmanuel decided to go

least mollify his

date did not result in a trip to

“I don’t make much, but if you

promise I’ll always protect and cherish

household chores so you

home. Of course, I hope you’ll allow

my masculine pride in front of my family. If

give you about five to

thousand every month.”

script that Emmanuel recited in

single breath.

was dumbfounded

and apparent lack of shame at his

lower salary.

later, she burst into

had never met a man who

are you laughing about?” Unimpressed

continued, “I know I don’t check

promise I’ll be a good and

husband if we’re married!”

to keep in

Emmanuel demanded, “Why

Don’t you think

rather rude?”

you’re a very good

“But I

one here. I’m not here for

What is