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?”


    Nonchntly, 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


    herself.


    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 nced 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 nce at the store and saidzily, “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 thest 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 minutester, Vicky also received a reply from Sebastian. [You used to


    have a ssmate with thatst name.]


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


    when they were still students and another taken most recently.


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    Vickypared 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 topensate 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 specte 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 apanying 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?”