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

sign on the

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath to calm himself

her table and taking

woman’s

There was even a

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging

bad enough, but he’s going to

like it’s nobody’s business?

noticed

on

She’s my blind date?

breath to

and taking

young woman’s expression grew

was even a hint of hostility in

pretty eyes.

of this man! Barging

but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

her expression. It

woman had

go their separate ways after

blind date done and

introduced himself, declaring,

twenty-eight years

gynecologist. I make

car or

need an incredible amount of

things to a

calm

at him in shock.

a smirk, and

introduction of her

you. I’m

with

business

last year, and I have

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

thought women on blind

red flags.

was

Perhaps she’s mental? Or

Or infertile?

of fantastical theories

smirked at his

cool

deliberately introduced herself to put the

spot and intimidate

silence lingered in

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

telling the truth

Emmanuel decided to go

least mollify his mother, even

date did not result in a trip

make much, but if

I promise I’ll always protect and cherish

the household chores so you can be

I hope you’ll allow me

my masculine pride in front of

I can give you about five

thousand every month.”

was a well-worn script that Emmanuel recited in

single breath.

dumbfounded at

lack of

lower salary.

long while later, she burst

had never met a man who

laughing about?” Unimpressed

Emmanuel continued, “I know

I promise I’ll be

husband if we’re married!”

to keep in her

demanded, “Why

Quillen? Don’t

rather rude?”

very good

retorted coldly, “But I

not here for

What is