Chapter 337 Report to My Husband First

• “Let’s hit Fashion Street. There’s a Western place there that’s pretty good. We could give it a try.” Celia Jeane saw Quentin Xavier had no clue what to eat, his eyes roaming the street with zero decision, so she spoke up.
• The moment Quentin heard “Western,” he couldn’t sit still.
• “Come on, Miss Jeane, I’m sick of steak and pasta overseas. Can’t you take me to some real home-style food?” He pulled an exaggerated face like she’d just offered him overcooked greens.