By the time the receptionist turned to question Jane she was no where in sight. Yet again an opportunity to find something related to that mysterious family slipped away.
Opportunity comes only but once, and that went her last chance of seeing a morren.
Meanwhile was at the elevator waiting for jane. Suddenly he saw the girl whom he thought he would never get to see again. She was still as carefree as he remember but quite unfortunate she could not remember him. ''you must be jane, please follow me''
Jane was still confused why someone she has never met knew her name. What was more confusing was that he knew she would be there. It was then and there she knew something was up.
Philip led her to Jason's office and offered her a seat while she waited. ''thanks'' she said to the kind stranger.
He smiled lightly at her reply. Her eyes seemed to glance through the roomwhich felt familiar as if she had been there before. She shaked off the thoughts that was building in her.
As soon as the door closed meaning the stranger's depature, her legs seemed to be on free mode. She stood up and moved to th big chair in front of her. As she traced the outline of the chair, her mind seemed to flash through couded memories. She had that same headache she felt in the tricycle.
Her eyes spotted red roses and her excitement overcame the pain. She ran to the spot where there were red roses.
''you still like them, right'' from hearing the masculine voice, jane slightly jumped and the vase broke on the floor.
''oh my, i'm so sorry, i will clean it up''
''just leave it'' but jane seemed hesitant on cleaning the mess.
The tiny pieces of glass had prickled on her hands, but she didn't mind to remove it. When jane lifted her head, she saw the same person who wanted to stalk her father's room.
For the second time she seemed to be amazed by his beauty. His face was just an inch away from hers. her hands ached to touch his face and run her hand through his hair. What could occupy his angel's thoughts. He found himself unable to draw his eyes away from him.
For one thing she had an exquisite profile. Her forehead was high, her nose slim, her lips like two soft cushions and her cheeks a pale shade of pink. But her most striking feature were her eyes. Pale pearl brown eyes rimmed by long lashes a shade darker tha her hair.
She was dressed in a semi professional way. He frowned trying to remember if she had worn this the other day he saw her.
If he did not stop staring at her, he might do the unthinkable in his office. he withdrew his gaze from her and gave her his arm for support. She declined his gesture, she started thinking if everything that happened from yesterday was nothing but a coincidence.