Chapter 157

It was easy to act like a different person, but some things just could not be faked-especially a person's temperament.

Vicky grew up in an upper-class society. Even though she had lost her memory, she could differentiate the real and the fake with just one look.

Thinking of this, she said, "Maybe he wore this shirt very often, so the button became loose after a while.’

Cece thought and agreed, "Maybe."

After Vicky sewed the button back to the shirt, she ironed it nicely and hung it on the shelves so she could send it back to Mister Kirby next weekend. 1

When Vicky just arrived home at night, her phone rang. It was a call from Tyler.

"I'm busy tonight, so I won't make it back for dinner. Go ahead and eat; don't wait for me."

Vicky held her phone and said, "Okay."

"Alright, I'm hanging up."

up, Vicky asked, "Are you coming

a second and answered,

did not ask anymore and said, "Alright.

back to her study to draw her design. At

it was already half past ten. The sky

Tyler. She paused a long while as she stared at his contact number, her finger hovering over his name, before she decided to

husband and ask about him when he was still outside late at

The dial tone was extremely clear when

up the phone for a

Vicky lowered her head.

was about to go to bed. It covered her face, thus her expression could not

and Vicky did not call anymore. Several minutes later,

my

Vicky, sounding normal. "I was

back now,"

dinner? Otherwise,

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