Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO novel Chapter 1

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 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

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 woman’s table.

She’s my blind date?

He took a deep breath to calm himself before

approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.

The young woman’s 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 he’s going to sit opposite me

like it’s nobody’s business?

More surprisingly, Emmanuel noticed a large number

eight sign on the woman’s table.

She’s my blind date?

He took a deep breath to calm himself before

approaching her table and taking a seat opposite her.

The young woman’s 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 he’s going to sit opposite me

like it’s nobody’s 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, “Hi! My name is

Emmanuel Lowe. I’m twenty-eight years old, and I work

as a gynecologist. I make eighty thousand a year and

don’t own a car or a house.”

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.