Chapter 1
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 1
âI know, Mom. Iâm in front of the café. Call you later!â
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, Emmanuelâs
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.
âHelp! Someone help me!â
Right before Emmanuel entered the café, he heard
someone calling out weakly for help.
you for your kindness!â replied the old man with a
smile.
Emmanuel realized then that the old manâs attire was
at odds with his airs. Despite his tattered clothes, the
old manâs 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 massive and practically structured like a
maze.
Emmanuelâs 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
non-translated copy of The Power Broker.
When she noticed Emmanuel barging into the room,
she looked up at him in confusion and disgust.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
When Emmanuel recovered from the shock of
stumbling upon the beautiful stranger, he realized his
heart was about to beat its way out of his chest.
Never once had he ever felt so attracted to a woman
in his twenty-eight years of life.
The countless female bodies he had seen in his work
as a gynecologist hardly appealed to him. At some
point, he even wondered if he was attracted to women
at all.
Against all odds, it seemed, the young woman before
him made his heart race like a runaway horse.
Am I simply nervous, or am I already attracted to her?
More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number
eight sign on the womanâs table.
Sheâs my blind date?
He took a deep breath to calm himself before
approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.
The young womanâs expression grew increasingly
flabbergasted. There was even a hint of hostility in her
pretty eyes.
The audacity of this man! Barging into my private
room is bad enough, but heâs going to sit opposite me
like itâs nobodyâs business?
More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number
eight sign on the womanâs table.
Sheâs my blind date?
He took a deep breath to calm himself before
approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.
The young womanâs expression grew increasingly
flabbergasted. There was even a hint of hostility in her
pretty eyes.
The audacity of this man! Barging into my private
room is bad enough, but heâs going to sit opposite me
like itâs nobodyâs business?
Emmanuel ignored her expression. It was not the first
time a woman had scoffed at him.
They were free to go their separate ways after getting
the blind date done and over with.
He introduced himself, declaring, âHi! My name is
Emmanuel Lowe. Iâm twenty-eight years old, and I work
as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year and
donât own a car or a house.â
Any man would need an incredible amount of courage
to say such things to a woman, but Emmanuel
appeared unusually calm and unfazed.
The young woman stared at him in shock. A moment
later, her lips curved into a smirk, and she replied with
an introduction of her own.
âNice to meet you. Iâm Mackenzie Quillen. Iâm
twenty-seven years old with dual doctorates in
finance and business administration from Harvard
University. I made three billion last year, and I have a
car and a house.â
Emmanuel was stunned.
What the heck is happening?
He always thought women on blind dates came with
red flags.
Mackenzie, however, was arguably flawless.
Whereâs the catch? Perhaps sheâs mental? Or crippled?
Or infertile?
All sorts of fantastical theories filled Emmanuelâs mind.
Mackenzie smirked at his perplexed expression. The
pride in her cool gaze was evident.
She deliberately introduced herself to put the stranger
in a difficult spot and intimidate him into retreating.
As expected, awkward silence lingered in the air after
her words.
Urgh, forget it!
Whether Mackenzie was telling the truth was beside
the point. Emmanuel decided to go through all the
motions so he could at least mollify his mother, even if
the date did not result in a trip to the altar.
He declared, âI donât make much, but if you decide to
date me, I promise Iâll always protect and cherish you.
Iâll take over all the household chores so you can be a
queen at home. Of course, I hope youâll allow me to
preserve my masculine pride in front of my family. If we
do get married, I can give you about five to six
thousand every month.â
It was a well-worn script that Emmanuel recited in a
single breath.
Mackenzie was dumbfounded at his earnest
expression and apparent lack of shame at his much
lower salary.
A long while later, she burst into a chuckle.
She had never met a man who could humor her so.
âWhat are you laughing about?â Unimpressed by her
reaction, Emmanuel continued, âI know I donât check all
the boxes, but I promise Iâll be a good and responsible
husband if weâre married!â
Mackenzie failed to keep in her snigger.
An annoyed Emmanuel demanded, âWhy are you
laughing, Ms. Quillen? Donât you think youâre being
rather rude?â
âSir, youâre a very good man!â Mackenzie stopped
smiling and retorted coldly, âBut I think youâre the
confused one here. Iâm not here for a blind date!â
Huh? What is going on?
Emmanuelâs eyes widened in horror as he sputtered,
âIsnât this table number eight?â
âYes, but this is the VIP area. You must be looking for
table number eight in the common dining area. Please
go out and turn right!â She pointed a slender finger at
the exit.
âI⦠Sorry! Iâm so sorry! I mixed things up!â
Emmanuel wished he could sink into the floor in
embarrassment. He jumped to his feet, ready to make
a hasty escape.
That was so embarrassing! How could I sit at the
wrong table for a blind date? No wonder she was
laughing so much. She must have thought I was
shooting above my weight!
Shortly after Emmanuelâs departure, an old man
entered Mackenzieâs private room, escorted by four
black-clad bodyguards.
Emmanuel would have been astonished if he was still
around. The old man was none other than the stranger
he had helped earlier in front of the café!
He implored, âPerhaps this is fate, Mackenzie. Youâre
twenty-seven, but youâve never been in a relationship
because of your misandry. No man would dare come
near you! But that young man succeeded! Heâs also a
kind and just person. A while ago, he helped me
outside the café and didnât expect a reward for his
actions!â
The old manâs true identity was Terence Quillen,
chairman of Yeringhamâs premier financial
corporation.
While his wealth could trump that of entire nations, he
had a major regret in life.
Terence had had three sons who tragically passed
away before him. They either had no children of their
own or only left daughters behind.
Mackenzie was Terenceâs favorite granddaughter and
next-in-line to helm Terence Group.
Her intelligence and charisma did not change the fact.
that she was a woman.
Before Terence met his maker, he wished his favorite
granddaughter could give him a great-grandchild.
That spurred him to fake his fall in front of the café and
scout a decent man for his granddaughter. To his
surprise, the young man who helped him earlier made
a blunder of his own blind date and ended up meeting
Mackenzie instead.
Mackenzie remained stoically unmoved by her
grandfatherâs words. âGrandpa, he may have passed
your test, but he hasnât passed mine. Iâll marry him if he
aces my test.â
She wanted to fulfill her grandfatherâs wish, but she
naturally wished to promise herself to a good man.
Marrying a man after one blind date was simply too
hasty and careless.
Terenceâs gaze lit up expectantly, and he replied, âAll
right! Iâm sure he will pass your test!â
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