Hearing Graces's sudden answer, Lu Xia was startled, though she was unwilling to admit it.
If Graces hadn't brought it up, she would have completely forgotten about the matter of her four other husbands.
If this was true, then it was no wonder the older-looking, white-haired man from earlier had turned cold toward her.
After all, not only had she failed to recognize her own husband, but she had also forgotten his name. Her reputation as a scum female was now thoroughly cemented.
'He was my husband, and yet he somehow ended up at an auction house. Wouldn't people think I sold him off on purpose?'
For a moment, Lu Xia considered all the possibilities, and every single one made her feel like she could never clear her name.
"Should we go back and get him now?" Graces's voice cut in again, laced with a magnanimity that seemed to be for Lu Xia's benefit.
