"Mr. White? Do you have any comments on Mr. Thompson's proposal?"
Rohan's thought swiftly pulled back to his presence when his secretary, Anderson, waved his hands before his face. Now, for the first time, he staggered. His brows misaligned, seeing the man in his 50s patiently waiting for his response in front of him.
It had seemed like his focus wasn't on Mr. Thompson's business proposal but on one person, a woman. Her irresistible alluring charm and simplicity painted inside his head, unremovable. And it has been only what? Eight hours since he took sight of her on the terrace. But that stranger woman had already ruled over his entire mind.
Who was she? It was the fourth time Rohan pondered to himself. The same answer remained void as he didn't know about her. Nor did he plan on
