Love At The Wrong Table

On Saturday morning, Rhea was busy in the kitchen.

“Rhea, what are you doing?” Juan walked into the kitchen and asked his daughter.

“Dad, I’m making a lunchbox!”

“Why would you be making a lunchbox?” Juan furrowed his brows. “You’re going on a blind date at Luxoria Hotel today. Do you really need to cook your own food?”

Rhea didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she quickly closed the container, placed it in her purse, and then approached her father with a sweet smile.

“Dad, you often praise my cooking skills, right? I’m worried that words alone won’t be enough to convince him. So, I’ve prepared this lunchbox for him to taste. What do you think?”

Rhea patted the container confidently, secretly pleased with her clever solution. She thought that her father had indeed given her a great way to fend off her date.

“Very nice, Rhea. What a sensible girl you are!” Juan laughed. He had no idea about the inner thoughts of the young lady and was quite pleased with how cooperative his daughter was this time.

Rhea suddenly felt a bit guilty toward her father, but she had no other choice. She really didn’t want to go on a blind date or get married. So, she apologized in her heart, Sorry, Dad!

that it was almost time, Emmanuel

was currently in the process of making a comeback, Mackenzie was busy working from home

to her, saying, “Mackenzie, I’ve put the lunch in the microwave.

brushing her bangs aside. She smiled faintly, creating the

Where are

pain who

an eyebrow

Samantha had told her about Hannah’s condition and mentioned that Juan couldn’t cure her and they needed to seek help. It turned out

going through all this trouble when her aunt could’ve just asked Emmanuel

luck!” Mackenzie casually

“good luck” coming from her carried a lot of encouragement. Perhaps that was the

nodded with a smile, turned around, and prepared

and it was the same unfamiliar

who answered the call the day before, he had no recollection of