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 also prepared to

making a comeback, Mackenzie was busy

I’ve put the lunch in the microwave. Remember

aside. She smiled faintly, creating the most beautiful

Where are you going?”

a female patient with severe abdominal pain who

raised an eyebrow slightly. It sounded exactly like her aunt,

that Juan couldn’t cure her and they needed to seek help. It turned out that her husband was

trouble when her aunt

luck!” Mackenzie

her carried a lot of encouragement. Perhaps

with a smile, turned around, and prepared to

same unfamiliar number from the day before. Since it

day before, he had