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

She’s my blind date?

deep breath

table and taking a seat

young woman’s expression grew

even a hint of hostility in

pretty eyes.

man!

enough, but he’s

like it’s nobody’s business?

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed

on

She’s my blind date?

took a deep breath to

taking a

young woman’s

There was even a

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man! Barging into

he’s going

like it’s nobody’s business?

It was not the

woman had scoffed

were free to go

date done

declaring, “Hi! My name

years old, and

gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a

own a car

an incredible amount of

such things to a

unusually calm

stared at him in shock.

into a

of her

to meet you. I’m Mackenzie Quillen.

with dual doctorates

business

three billion last year, and

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck

always thought women on blind dates came

red flags.

however, was arguably

the catch? Perhaps she’s mental?

Or infertile?

fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s

smirked at his perplexed expression.

in her cool

introduced herself to put the

a difficult spot and intimidate him

lingered in the air

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

was telling the truth was

Emmanuel decided to go through

could at least mollify

result in a trip to the

much,

I’ll always protect

the household chores so you can

course, I hope you’ll allow

masculine pride in front of my family.

married, I can give you about five to

thousand every month.”

a well-worn script that Emmanuel

single breath.

was dumbfounded

and apparent lack of shame at his

lower salary.

long while later, she burst into a

never met a man

are you laughing

know

I promise I’ll be

husband if we’re married!”

keep in her

Emmanuel demanded, “Why are

Don’t you

rather rude?”

you’re a very good

and retorted coldly, “But I think

one here. I’m not here for

What is