Chapter 63

Zelda was reminded of her promise to attend the banquet with him. She thought about the dress and realized she didn't want to go overboard with spending, especially since she wasn't wealthy. She gently declined with a smile, "I think the dress should be enough. No need to spend more." Damian said, "You're coming as my plus one. If you dress too shabbily, people might think I'm poor." Oh, so it was for his image. His reasoning relieved Zelda of her burden, and she replied, "Alright, let's go shopping tomorrow." Damian nodded and yanked at his tie. For some reason, when he was speaking with Zelda, he felt hot as if the air was stifling. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a warmth in his nose and realized he was bleeding. Zelda stared in disbelief. Perhaps she might have gone overboard with the chicken noodle soup. In a fluster, she hurriedly handed him some tissues. Damian recalled the soup he had just consumed, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Zelda, wh