Caliana's POV

"Well and good, I just don't see why I was dragged into your program of going to a restaurant," I said sharply, angry that I couldn't have a bite of my tasty salad.

"You couldn't make my food, the least you can do is watch me eat, wife," He emphasized the word wife.

"I don't know how to make what you wanted,"

"Hmm, you can't make anything!" I wanted to retort but he stopped the car and my gaze traveled around the area we were in.

"The dockyards?" I murmured, opening the door.

"There is a couple who make the best Garlic butter shrimp here," He told me...