Chapter 2
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"How are you Helen?" Henry asked.
Helen looked at him with a conflicted emotion. She felt a sudden gush of warmth from within her chest and overflowing happiness upon seeing the man. He was the man that the previous owner loved.
He helped himself into a chair and sat beside her. Madel knew that anyone who was transmigrated has a spirit protector or a son of God to protect them so she kept looking around, but there was none in the room.
"This body actually remembers the previous owners love for the man, it was reacting to it like always. Muscle memory? Residual love? conditioned response? I can't believe that the heart has a mind of its own." It took some time for Helen to react while thinking.
Henry was not the definition of handsome. He really was not, his looks were even below average. He was tall, white and slim. He was very tidy and meticulous with his things.
If there were things that makes him attractive, it was his personality.
He was down to earth, caring, goal oriented, intelligent and reliable. One thing that was most noticeable about him was his presence, his aura emanated that of an emperor which would make everyone bow down to him. But in reality he was so modest.
"Uhm" Finally, Helen made a little sound.
"Do you feel pain anywhere? How are your wounds?"
It was then that Helen realized that she was indeed in pain. She felt like her back and stomach were sliced and upon knowing that she was wounded spiritually, all the pain came rushing to her at once.
[Nice move Henry, thanks for reminding her about that.] Madel looked at Henry with those thoughts.
As if sensing Madel's reaction, Henry looked at her with apologizing look, while gently biting his lips.
[shoot, do you really have to tempt me with that cute look.] Madel thought again. This man or to be precise, gay, has very heightened senses. Madel was afraid that he could sense her love for him and her adoration. She maintained her emotionless appearance while her stomach was being filled with butterflies and her heart was palpating.
Calming herself was getting difficult as time passes by. She has a suspicion that her so called gay friend was teasing her or even seducing her. She really wanted to slap her face and remind her of the reality.
"Who are you?" She directly asked Helen. [Oh, shoot. Why the heck did I blurted that out. Tsk] She bit her lips under her mask.
Helen who was still in confusion looked at her, thinking if she should reply or not. But after a long pause she decided to answer them. Henry was shocked with Madel's question. He knew for a longtime that Madel has some extraordinary ability to sense something.
"I'm JIlian Fieldman'nil" she said answering the woman who was wearing a veil and a mask. It was her code. As for her name, it was Helen Gilail, the same first name of her new body. She did not want to tell them until she is certain that they are trust worthy.
Madel and Henry both sensed the fluctuation in her body and knew that she was obviously lying.
But, given the situation, they can only deduce that the real Helen must have passed away and what they were witnessing was a transmigration. To that they do not have any choice but to mourn for the death of their friend.
An obvious change in countenance was seen in their faces. Madel and Henry was sad. Silence loomed over the room once again. It was then that the man lying on another bed opened his eyes. He blinked, looked at the ceiling and looked at the three people who were in a solemn mood. It was when he sat in the bed that the three noticed him.
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"How are you Helen?" Henry asked.
Helen looked at him with a conflicted emotion. She felt a sudden gush of warmth from within her chest and overflowing happiness upon seeing the man. He was the man that the previous owner loved.
He helped himself into a chair and sat beside her. Madel knew that anyone who was transmigrated has a spirit protector or a son of God to protect them so she kept looking around, but there was none in the room.
"This body actually remembers the previous owners love for the man, it was reacting to it like always. Muscle memory? Residual love? conditioned response? I can't believe that the heart has a mind of its own." It took some time for Helen to react while thinking.
Henry was not the definition of handsome. He really was not, his looks were even below average. He was tall, white and slim. He was very tidy and meticulous with his things.
If there were things that makes him attractive, it was his personality.
He was down to earth, caring, goal oriented, intelligent and reliable. One thing that was most noticeable about him was his presence, his aura emanated that of an emperor which would make everyone bow down to him. But in reality he was so modest.
"Uhm" Finally, Helen made a little sound.
"Do you feel pain anywhere? How are your wounds?"
It was then that Helen realized that she was indeed in pain. She felt like her back and stomach were sliced and upon knowing that she was wounded spiritually, all the pain came rushing to her at once.
[Nice move Henry, thanks for reminding her about that.] Madel looked at Henry with those thoughts.
As if sensing Madel's reaction, Henry looked at her with apologizing look, while gently biting his lips.
[shoot, do you really have to tempt me with that cute look.] Madel thought again. This man or to be precise, gay, has very heightened senses. Madel was afraid that he could sense her love for him and her adoration. She maintained her emotionless appearance while her stomach was being filled with butterflies and her heart was palpating.
Calming herself was getting difficult as time passes by. She has a suspicion that her so called gay friend was teasing her or even seducing her. She really wanted to slap her face and remind her of the reality.
"Who are you?" She directly asked Helen. [Oh, shoot. Why the heck did I blurted that out. Tsk] She bit her lips under her mask.
Helen who was still in confusion looked at her, thinking if she should reply or not. But after a long pause she decided to answer them. Henry was shocked with Madel's question. He knew for a longtime that Madel has some extraordinary ability to sense something.
"I'm JIlian Fieldman'nil" she said answering the woman who was wearing a veil and a mask. It was her code. As for her name, it was Helen Gilail, the same first name of her new body. She did not want to tell them until she is certain that they are trust worthy.
Madel and Henry both sensed the fluctuation in her body and knew that she was obviously lying.
But, given the situation, they can only deduce that the real Helen must have passed away and what they were witnessing was a transmigration. To that they do not have any choice but to mourn for the death of their friend.
An obvious change in countenance was seen in their faces. Madel and Henry was sad. Silence loomed over the room once again. It was then that the man lying on another bed opened his eyes. He blinked, looked at the ceiling and looked at the three people who were in a solemn mood. It was when he sat in the bed that the three noticed him.
"How are you Helen?" Henry asked.Helen looked at him with a conflicted emotion. She felt a sudden gush of warmth from within her chest and overflowing happiness upon seeing the man. He was the man that the previous owner loved.He helped himself into a chair and sat beside her. Madel knew that anyone who was transmigrated has a spirit protector or a son of God to protect them so she kept looking around, but there was none in the room."This body actually remembers the previous owners love for the man, it was reacting to it like always. Muscle memory? Residual love? conditioned response? I can't believe that the heart has a mind of its own." It took some time for Helen to react while thinking.Henry was not the definition of handsome. He really was not, his looks were even below average. He was tall, white and slim. He was very tidy and meticulous with his things. If there were things that makes him attractive, it was his personality.He was down to earth, caring, goal oriented, intelligent and reliable. One thing that was most noticeable about him was his presence, his aura emanated that of an emperor which would make everyone bow down to him. But in reality he was so modest."Uhm" Finally, Helen made a little sound."Do you feel pain anywhere? How are your wounds?"It was then that Helen realized that she was indeed in pain. She felt like her back and stomach were sliced and upon knowing that she was wounded spiritually, all the pain came rushing to her at once.Nice move Henry, thanks for reminding her about that. Madel looked at Henry with those thoughts.As if sensing Madel's reaction, Henry looked at her with apologizing look, while gently biting his lips.shoot, do you really have to tempt me with that cute look. Madel thought again. This man or to be precise, gay, has very heightened senses. Madel was afraid that he could sense her love for him and her adoration. She maintained her emotionless appearance while her stomach was being filled with butterflies and her heart was palpating.Calming herself was getting difficult as time passes by. She has a suspicion that her so called gay friend was teasing her or even seducing her. She really wanted to slap her face and remind her of the reality."Who are you?" She directly asked Helen. Oh, shoot. Why the heck did I blurted that out. Tsk She bit her lips under her mask.Helen who was still in confusion looked at her, thinking if she should reply or not. But after a long pause she decided to answer them. Henry was shocked with Madel's question. He knew for a longtime that Madel has some extraordinary ability to sense something."I'm JIlian Fieldman'nil" she said answering the woman who was wearing a veil and a mask. It was her code. As for her name, it was Helen Gilail, the same first name of her new body. She did not want to tell them until she is certain that they are trust worthy.Madel and Henry both sensed the fluctuation in her body and knew that she was obviously lying.But, given the situation, they can only deduce that the real Helen must have passed away and what they were witnessing was a transmigration. To that they do not have any choice but to mourn for the death of their friend.An obvious change in countenance was seen in their faces. Madel and Henry was sad. Silence loomed over the room once again. It was then that the man lying on another bed opened his eyes. He blinked, looked at the ceiling and looked at the three people who were in a solemn mood. It was when he sat in the bed that the three noticed him.
