Loving You In Secret

Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 151

Chapter 151

After a moment of silence, Vicky muttered, “Well, uhh… Shall we go somewhere

else?”

Nonchalantly, the man replied, “Sure.”

After they left the shopping mall, the man suddenly thought of something and

asked, “What’s your name?”

Vicky’s guard heightened at this question. ‘This guy is strange,’ she thought to

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She answered, “My surname is Shaw. You can call me Miss Shaw.”

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The man hummed in response, not bothering to persist in knowing her name.

“And what should I refer to you as?” asked Vicky.

The man glanced at her and uttered, “Kirby.”

From the looks of it, the man did not have the intention to know her more, much

to Vicky’s relief. She stopped at a more expensive clothing store and asked,

“Mister Kirby, what about this?”

Mister Kirby blinked. He took one glance at the store and said lazily, “Let’s go

into take a look.”

While Mister Kirby was looking at the clothes, Vicky took the opportunity to send

a message to Sebastian and Cece.

[Do I know have friends or know any man with the last name Kirby?]

Cece was the first one to reply. [Most of our customers are female. I don’t

remember anyone with the surname Kirby.]

A few minutes later, Vicky also received a reply from Sebastian. [You used to

have a classmate with that last name.]

Worrying she might not recall, Sebastian then sent her two photos; one taken

when they were still students and another taken most recently.

Vicky compared the photo and noticed it was not the man Sebastian said. She

put away her phone and stared at the handsome man, who was taking his time

to pick his clothes.

Of course, she had to compensate him because she damaged his shirt.

Nevertheless, she had a weird feeling about him, yet she could not put her

finger on what it was.

Since she lost her memory, she was starting to speculate if he knew her from

before. Undeniably, this was just her assumption and suspicion without any

solid proof, especially when the man showed no signs that he knew her when

they first met.

While she was deep in thought. Mister Kirby seemed to have picked a few

clothes that he was satisfied with. The storekeeper took down those white shirts.

Vicky walked to him and asked, “Mister Kirby, have you picked the shirt you

want?”

“Just a few. I think they should do it. I’ll need to try it out first.”

Vicky had wanted to be done with this man. She could not be bothered with the

price and agreed quickly. “Okay.”

Mister Kirby walked into the fitting room elegantly.

Vicky frowned as she looked at how calm the man was. ‘Why do l…have the

feeling like I’m the one accompanying him shopping?’

Mister Kirby might look like he was harmless, but he was rather troublesome.

After trying a few shirts, he was still unsatisfied. He put on his own shirt and

said, “Why don’t we go somewhere else to take a look?” Vicky looked at his

handsome face and asked, “How much is your shirt? Why don’t I…pay you for

the shirt?”

His attractive, rather beguiling eyes squinted at this. Vicky could not decide if he

was smiling or not.

“Miss Shaw, are you beginning to be impatient?”