Before the proprietress could finish speaking, Raine realized she had mistaken someone.
She quickly interrupted, "Madam, this is my husband."
The proprietress caught on and hastily corrected herself, as if she had misspoken.
"Oh, so this is your husband. That's wonderful, wonderful."
"But his build does look a bit like..." Raine tensed up, but fortunately, the proprietress only muttered a few words and didn't continue.
After the proprietress left, Raine was on pins and needles.
She feared Damien would bring it up again and was racking her brain for something to say to change the subject.
Strangely, though, Damien didn't mention a word about it, even after the food was served.
Raine ate from her bowl, occasionally stealing glances to carefully observe Damien's figure.
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