Loving You In Secret By Debbie Meza Chapter 152


    Chapter 152


    “Mister Kirby, I don’t mean that…’ Vicky tried to exin herself.


    However, Mister Kirby seemed indifferent to her attempt, and his expression


    hardened into apathy. “Let me be frank with you: this shirt was given to me by


    someone important.”


    “Someone important…gave it to you?” Vicky felt like shended herself in hot


    soup. It was easy to repay or rece an item with something simr if it was


    damaged. However, it was hard topensate for something that meant a lot to


    someone.


    Enter title…


    Mister Kirby looked at the nicely disyed white shirts on the shelf in the store


    and said, “Maybe you think money can buy everything, but to me, there are


    things you can’t buy even if you have a lot of money.”


    Guilt gnawed at Vicky. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this shirt meant that much to


    you.”


    She looked at his shirt and thought deeply before she said, “Why don’t you give


    your shirt to me first? I’ll sew back the button…”


    She was afraid he misunderstood something and quickly said, “Since this shirt


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    is very meaningful to you, it won’t be the first even if I buy the exact same one


    for you… So why don’t I sew back the button and give it back to you?”


    Mister Kirby looked at her dubiously. ‘You know how to sew?”


    Vicky nodded.


    He looked at her from top to bottom and talked with hiszy and deep voice,


    “Miss Shaw, I can tell you are from a wealthy family from the way you spend


    your money. You don’t look like you are good at sewing. Plus…”


    He smiled, yet his expression had a hint of malice. “I can forgive you because


    you didn’t mean to pull off the button from my shirt, but if you damage it further,


    I’m not going to be as nice as I am now.”


    Vicky was undeterred as she smiled. “I’m a fashion designer, and sewing is a


    piece of cake to me. You don’t have to worry about that.”


    Mister Kirby’s eyes shed. “A fashion designer?”


    She took out a name card from her bag and handed it to him. “This is my name


    card.”


    He used his clean, slender fingers to ept the name card Vicky passed over


    and nced at it. ‘Vicky Shaw, director of Shaw Atelier…”


    After that, he looked at Vicky again. “Alright. I’ll trust you this time.”


    “Let’s go get a shirt that you prefer so you can take off your shirt for me. After I


    sew the button back, I’ll send it back to you,” said Vicky. “What do you think?”


    Mister Kirby agreed with her suggestion reluctantly. “Alright, then.”


    This time, he did not try to trouble Vicky and chose a white shirt he could


    ept, changing out of his shirt afterward.


    Before he said anything, Vicky took the initiative to pay using her credit card. As


    such, Mister Kirby made no remarks.


    After they left the shop, Vicky said, “Mister Kirby, I’ll fix your shirt as soon as


    possible.”


    He nodded. “I’m only free next weekend. Please call me ahead before you send


    it back.”


    “What’s your phone number?’ Vicky asked.


    He looked at the number on his name card and called her.


    After confirming each other’s numbers, Mister Kirby left.


    Vicky went home with his shirt in a bag.


    Tyler only returned home when it was nearly 11 at night. He looked slightly irate


    and serious as if there was an evil vibe surrounding him.


    Most of the time, Tyler did not like to show his true expression to the world.


    Vicky hardly ever saw him in such a state, too.