Chapter 1

“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 massive 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

non-translated copy of The Power Broker.

Emmanuel barging into the room,

at him in

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Emmanuel recovered from

the beautiful stranger,

to beat its way out of

had he ever felt so attracted to a

twenty-eight years

he had seen

gynecologist hardly appealed to

if he

at all.

odds, it seemed,

race like a runaway horse.

nervous, or am I already

surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large

sign on the woman’s

my blind date?

a deep breath to calm himself before

and taking a

woman’s expression

hint

pretty eyes.

this man! Barging

enough, but he’s going to

it’s nobody’s business?

noticed a large

sign on the woman’s

my blind date?

took a deep breath to calm himself

table and taking a seat

young woman’s expression

was even a hint of hostility in her

pretty eyes.

audacity of this man!

enough, but he’s going

it’s nobody’s

ignored her expression. It

woman had scoffed at

go their separate ways

blind date done and

introduced himself, declaring, “Hi! My name is

twenty-eight years old, and

eighty

car or a

an incredible

to a

unusually calm and unfazed.

at him

a smirk, and she replied with

introduction of her

meet you. I’m Mackenzie

years old with

business administration from Harvard

last year, and

and a

Emmanuel was stunned.

the heck is happening?

on blind

red flags.

was arguably

catch? Perhaps she’s mental? Or crippled?

Or infertile?

of fantastical theories filled Emmanuel’s

smirked at his

cool

deliberately introduced herself to

a difficult spot and intimidate him

awkward silence lingered in the

her words.

Urgh, forget it!

telling the truth was

to

at least mollify

not result in a trip to the

declared, “I don’t make much, but if you decide

promise I’ll always protect

over all the household chores so you

Of course, I hope you’ll allow me to

front of my family. If

married, I can give you about five to six

thousand every month.”

was a well-worn script that Emmanuel recited in

single breath.

dumbfounded at his earnest

lack of

lower salary.

she burst into

a man who could humor

are you laughing about?” Unimpressed

“I know I don’t check

boxes, but I promise I’ll be a good and responsible

if we’re

keep

demanded, “Why are

Don’t you think you’re

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255