"Okay." Terrence was very obedient to her. "Where are we going?"
"Where would I go when I was unhappy?"
Alexa flashed a hint, and Terrence immediately understood.
It didn't take long for them to enter the most bustling food street in New York.
"The food at the confinement center is too insipid," Alexa complained. "The maternity matron is also very strict. I don't dare to eat anything randomly."
Not only that, but Alexa also couldn't ask Terrence to make her delicious food.
"You can't eat too much today either," Terrence gently reminded. "Otherwise, the little girl will feel uncomfortable again."
Although he said that, if it was something Alexa wanted to eat, Terrence would pay for it.
After shopping for half a day, Alexa took him into a public house.
It was very quiet there, and no noise could be heard.
They chose a seat by the window and sat down, ordering two glasses of alcohol-free drinks.