It seemed that Irvin was used to my behavior and didn't ask about it. He just calmly poured out a glass of water and handed it to me.
I took a small sip and explained guiltily, "I... I'm actually fine. I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come in and visit."
Irvin changed the topic and asked, "Why are you out today all of a sudden?"
"I went to see a friend," I carefully kept it vague.
Irvin was able to guess who it was since I didn't have many acquaintances. He asked, "Was it Miss Moore?"
"Yes." I had no reasons to hide anything now.
Silence followed my response. My fingers trailed the edge of the glass that was in my hand. I was hesitant about if I should pour out all the doubts I had in my heart to him.
Irvin had been paying very close attention to me and I was sure that he had seen through me in an instant.
A moment later, Irvin went to sit at his desk. Then, he asked casually, "Did you do anything else other than talk? Or did you run into the paparazzi
again?"
I had previously told him about the incident where Freya and I were cornered by the paparazzi in the mall.
I wasn't thinking about that at first but since Irvin brought it up, I couldn't help but ask, "Irvin, you... have you dealt with Mr. Roberts before?"
Irvin's face froze and he said, "Who told you that?"
Irvin's directness left me in a daze.
He did not look guilty at all.
As a result, I felt a little embarrassed. It was much too cold- hearted of me to ask a man who had been protecting me for the past six years about someone who I had just met.
Irvin saw me hesitate. Then, he became serious and asked, "Was it Freya?"
I pursed my lips, "Freya hoped that I could recover my memory as quickly as possible."
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