Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After turning right at the door, Emmanuel finally found

table number eight in the common dining area.

Sure enough, a woman was seated at the table,

looking like she was running out of patience.

Dressed in professional attire that accentuated her

beautiful curves, she was, by all means, a sight to

behold.

Even though she didn’t exude the same air of elegance

that Mackenzie had, there was no denying she had the

power to make men fall at her feet.

Thankfully, Emmanuel wasn’t disappointed in the

slightest. After all, he was well aware of his own

qualities.

Without further ado, he straightened himself up and

approached the woman with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late! My name’s Emmanuel Lowe. I’m

twenty-eight years old, and I work as a gynecologist

with an annual salary of eighty thousand-”

“Stop!” the woman coldly interrupted before he could

finish his introduction. “What’s the meaning of this?

With what little you have to offer, do you seriously think

women would want to marry you? I can’t believe you

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even had the nerve to be late! What right do you have

to keep a woman waiting? This has been an utter

waste of my time. Hmph!”

After firing off a barrage of questions, the red-faced

woman angrily splashed a glass of water on

Emmanuel’s face.

The latter, who was caught off guard, instantly

became soaking wet.

Nevertheless, Emmanuel didn’t lose his temper. After

all, he was indeed late because he went to the wrong

place, so he could understand why the woman was

upset.

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“Hmph. You’re twenty-eight and still only earning

eighty-thousand a year. No wonder you’re doing so

poorly! Not only do you lack punctuality, but you also

don’t seem to take life seriously. You’re doomed to be

at the bottom of the social hierarchy your entire life!

I’m shocked you even have the guts to go on a blind

date with me… Stop being delusional!” the woman

scolded as she shot Emmanuel a look of contempt.

The next second, she grabbed her bag and stormed

off, not once bothering to leave her name.

To add insult to injury, she even waved a wad of cash

face, then slapped it

as payment

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darkened instantly as

pulsing through his veins.

is humiliating me! I

but that doesn’t

As

her actions, I know

capability…

was gone, Emmanuel, too, left

café glumly.

his surprise, he had only just stepped

he saw a long-haired man

and

help but furrow

man is clearly staging a car accident.

much trouble in

“Ah! Someone’s been hit!”

My leg’s

immediately rushed out to join

long-haired man fell on

ground.

must be the

lady hastily exited the BMW, clad

dress

of tender, fair

her long, shapely legs and her cleavage

neckline, there was no denying

sexy and

matter? How could I have injured

was driving so

later, the long-haired man’s

woman,

the crap! Pay up!

in the café had witnessed

they were

that no one

much do you guys

having resigned herself to the

have to settle the matter

group of thugs, however,

drooling over

Hey, sexy, why don’t you have

the men suggested as

tugged at her dress.

had started as a

into public

was so scared out of

backward until

Emmanuel.

advantage of

front of her

long-haired man.

leg’s broken, and you’re asking for

huh?”

Emmanuel’s menacing expression,

felt chills

same time, Mackenzie was

watching the entire

well. Who knew that man would be

would have the guts

against five thugs.

Emmanuel

kicking the long-haired man’s

in pain as he began

that was

gracious! That

had curled her lips into a

was one of

seen how Emmanuel’s blind

coward when he didn’t flare

being splashed with water. Who

who doesn’t lose his temper

must admit, he looks rather charming

shows his tough

you say your leg’s

mocked.

the onlookers realized that the

lied about his injury, they wasted no time

and criticizing him.

then, the other thugs

fell silent. After all, they knew the

turned on them.

you off this time, brat!

long-haired man

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