Carla pulled her hat down and hastened out, but since she didn't bring her children with her, the attendant stopped her for some questioning.
Meanwhile, Zayn looked at her coolly from the doorstep, waiting for her to ask for help, but she had no such plan. Instead, she explained herself humbly to the attendant.
Zayn didn't want to wait any longer, so he gestured at Benard. When Benard went up to help Carla, the attendant backed off in panic, then Carla went up to Zayn.
He glared at her in disgust before leaving. At the same time, the ladies around were fangirling at him, and they engaged in a heated discussion.
"Who is that hottie? Is he an actor? I've never seen him on TV."
"Neither did I, but judging from that vibe, he must be a bigshot."
"Hey, he looks like Mr. Jombo Giblo. Maybe he's a Giblo as well."
"Really? Wait, he can't be the grandson of Mr. Giblo, the father of those three kids, can he?"
"That's a possibility."
When Carla heard their conversation, she started feeling uneasy. Is it that obvious? Her children didn't resemble Zayn, and that was why she could lie to him, telling him that they weren't his kids. But why's everyone guessing that he's their father?
She looked at his silhouette and compared him to her children. When she thought about it, she realized that even though they weren't alike, Randy and Josh had the same vibe as Zayn. Not only that, Randy had his father's eyes too.
"Come on!" Zayn looked back and growled.
"Okay, " she replied and quickened her pace. When they came into the mall, Zayn was the center of attention again. Instead of being proud of it, he felt frustrated.
Some shoppers were taking their photos. Carla didn't mind, since she was in disguise. However, Zayn didn't want to show up on the news, so he gave them a look, and they stopped taking his photo.
Going out with him is a disaster. Everywhere he goes, he's going to be the center of attention. There's no privacy at all.
All Carla wanted was to escape him as soon as possible. Hence, she quickly dragged him to a fashion shop nearby.
"Welcome." A promoter came to greet them. "We have a promotion today. Everything's 20% off, so just pick anything you want. There's the fitting room, and these are all the half-priced items."
"Half-priced items? Where?" Carla's eyes shone when she heard the word.
"Everything on this rack." The promoter took them to the half-priced item area, though her eyes were only on Zayn. "Even though he isn't wearing any branded goods, the quality and workmanship for that suit alone are worth a lot. Will he really buy discounted goods?"
"It's an emergency, so I think he doesn't mind." Carla picked the cheapest ones. "Here. Get me the clothes his size."
"Alright then, Miss." The promoter went to search for it.
"Are you for real? Do you want me to wear those?" Zayn's face fell. "Not even the helpers at home wear discount items."
"Oh, it's just for a while. You'll be going back soon anyway. There's no need for pricey clothes, " she blurted. Then Carla smiled. "Besides, with your toned body, anything would look good on you."
"Is that so?" Zayn liked being flattered, and he looked at his reflection. "Do I really have a toned body?"
"Of course. You're sexiest among all men that I know." Carla knew how to stroke his ego. "Even ordinary clothes like these can't cover your exquisite air up."
Zayn looked at her from the mirror. "Okay, now that sounds a bit too pretentious."
"Here it is." The promoter came up to them with the clothes, oddly enthusiastic. "Do you need any help changing, sir? I can do it."
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