FATE - can a person in one lifetime fall in love with the same person twice?

Chapter 12

It was nearing nine in the evening, and I found myself still at work, while he remained in his office. The inevitability of presenting my reports to him loomed, though I couldn't bring myself to face him. I know I have to show my reports to him, but I don't want to see him, I also know it can't be helped. Reluctantly, I gathered the file and made my way to his cabin once more.

Handing over the file without meeting his gaze, I awaited his assessment. This time, he scrutinized it without a word.

"You can go now," were his only words.

I took my file and exited his office, collected my belongings, and headed for the elevator. I opened my phone to call a cab, but it was not my day. My phone was dead. I sighed.

I stood near the road in order to take a cab from there but not even one cab stopped, I can't believe how my day could be this bad. As I stood by the roadside, unsuccessfully trying to hail a cab, cursing my luck, a sleek black luxury car pulled up beside me. The tinted window slid down, revealing a face I least expected to encounter.

"Get in, I'll drop you," he offered casually, as though the events of an hour ago hadn't transpired.

"No, thank you. I can manage," I replied, avoiding eye contact.

"It's pretty late. I doubt you'll find a cab," he persisted, his tone unchanged.

"That's not your concern, Mr. Miller," I replied, beginning to walk away.

"But it is," he insisted, trailing behind me.

"How so?" I inquired, puzzled.

"If you can't find a cab, you'll be late getting home. That means you'll sleep late and be late for work tomorrow," he explained matter-of-factly, as if presenting a theorem.

I stood there processing what he just said. His logic caught me off guard, igniting an internal debate about whether to accept his offer. Should I go with him?

Eventually, I relented. I sighed, approaching the car and reaching for the back door., I was interrupted by him.

"Do you take me for your chauffeur?" he quipped, interrupting me.

"What?" I turned, baffled.

"Take the passenger seat," he directed.

I complied, fastening my seatbelt and providing him with my address. The journey passed in silence, as I stared out the window, pondering his motives. Perhaps, I thought, this was his peculiar way of extending an apology, maybe it was his way of saying sorry. But why would he? I brushed off that ridiculous notion and continued gazing outside.

As the car slowed to a stop, I unfastened my seatbelt. "Thank you, Mr. Miller," I offered, hastening out of the vehicle. Without looking back, I hurried into my building, only stopping once I reached my floor. Unlocking my apartment door, I sighed in relief.

I was unlocking my apartment when the elevator pinged announcing an unexpected visitor. I turned my head to see who it was. To my surprise it was Eden Miller, I was expecting everyone but him, what is he doing here? I checked my belongings I had my handbag; documents and I didn't leave anything in his car. Is he here to say sorry?

He stepped out of the elevator. Had he come to apologize? That thought crossed my mind twice in a row.

'Oh! Come on Azalea, enough already.' I scolded myself mentally.

He was coming towards me before he could reach me, I asked.

"What?"

"What? what!"

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing? I live here" he replied casually like it was nothing.

"What?" My jaw dropped, seriously why him of all the peoples.