“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 ma*sive 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

of The

Emmanuel barging

looked up at him in confusion

Thump! Thump! Thump!

from the shock

beautiful stranger,

was about to beat its way out of his

had he ever felt so

his twenty-eight years

bodies he had seen in his

appealed to

even wondered if

at all.

seemed,

his heart race like a runaway

nervous, or am I

noticed

sign on the woman’s

She’s my blind date?

a deep breath to

and taking a seat

woman’s expression grew

There was even a hint

pretty eyes.

man! Barging into my

but he’s going to sit opposite

like it’s nobody’s business?

Emmanuel noticed a large

on the

She’s my blind date?

deep breath to calm

her table and taking

young woman’s expression

even a

pretty eyes.

of this man!

but he’s going

like it’s nobody’s business?

her expression. It was not the

woman had

were free to go their separate

done and over

himself, declaring,

years old, and I

I make

car or

need an

such things to a woman,

calm and

woman stared at him in

a smirk, and she

of

meet you.

old with dual doctorates

and business administration

three billion last year, and I

car and a house.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is

on blind

red flags.

was arguably

Perhaps she’s

Or infertile?

fantastical theories

at his perplexed expression.

in her cool gaze

herself to put

spot and intimidate

awkward silence lingered

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

was telling

Emmanuel decided to go through

could at least mollify his mother, even

in a

much, but if you decide

promise I’ll always protect and cherish

take over all the household chores

course, I hope you’ll allow

masculine pride in front of

get married, I can give you about five

thousand every month.”

was a well-worn script

single breath.

dumbfounded

apparent lack of shame at his

lower salary.

later, she burst into a

had never met a man who could humor her

are you laughing about?” Unimpressed by

continued, “I know I don’t check

I’ll be

husband if we’re married!”

to keep in

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