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

front of Emmanuel’s face, then slapped it

as payment for

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latter’s gaze darkened instantly as rage

pulsing through his veins.

humiliating me!

marriage, but

As much

regret her actions, I know

capability…

was gone,

café glumly.

had only just stepped out the

saw a long-haired man deliberately

BMW and

furrow his

man is clearly staging a car accident. Why

so much trouble in this café

“Ah! Someone’s been hit!”

leg’s broken!

rushed

the long-haired man

ground.

guys must

young lady hastily exited the BMW,

maroon sleeveless dress that revealed a

of tender, fair

her long, shapely legs and her

neckline, there was no denying that

sexy

the matter? How could I have injured your

so slowly?” she

later, the

the woman,

crap! Pay up! Pay up

people in the café had

were

men that no one dared to

guys want?” the woman

resigned herself

to settle the

of thugs, however, began leering

drooling over

sexy, why don’t you have some

of the men suggested

tugged at her dress.

what had started as

turned into public

pretty woman was so scared out

until she bumped

Emmanuel.

taking advantage of her like the

in front of her and

long-haired man.

broken, and you’re asking

huh?”

Emmanuel’s menacing expression,

chills

time, Mackenzie was

the entire

Who knew that man would be

no one else would have the guts

against five thugs.

next second, Emmanuel

kicking the long-haired

the latter shouted in pain as he

that

gracious! That man

too, had curled her lips into

one of

seen how

he was a coward when he didn’t flare

being splashed with water. Who knew he

a gentleman who doesn’t

I must admit, he looks rather charming

his tough

say your leg’s broken?

mocked.

realized that the

about his injury,

and criticizing him.

thugs

all, they knew the tables

turned on them.

you off this

the long-haired man

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