"You have to give me a chance even if I want to cook for the rest of my life." Jalen turned around and looked at her. "So, are you going to give me this chance?"
Elaina regretted what she had said. She blinked and looked at the dining room. "I haven't come to this restaurant before. It looks good."
She walked inside, and Jalen, who was standing in place, could only shake his head. She was avoiding the subject.
The two entered the restaurant, and the waiter took them to the seats that Jalen had already booked.
It was on the 30th floor and by the window. The night view was beautiful.
Elaina looked at the night view outside the window and was a little lost in thought.
She thought about it carefully. After coming to New York for so long, even if she had nothing to do in the two years she married Jalen, she seemed to have never seen the night view of this city.