Chapter 192 Foreign Food
Liam and Lana spent the rest of the day settling into their suite. With the trip meant to last a few days, there was no need to rush. They unpacked slowly, organizing their things into the tall golden wardrobes and drawers. Lana took time arranging her skincare products on the bathroom counter like she was moving in for a month, while Liam simply tossed his essentials into a drawer and called it a day.
Hours passed like this—quiet, calm. The suite’s warmth wrapped around them, shielding them from the snowy world outside.
By the time dusk started creeping in, the soft city lights shimmering through the tall windows, Lana stretched her arms over her head and turned toward Liam, who was lying back on the plush velvet couch, half-asleep.
"I want to try out their food," she said suddenly, standing in front of the full-length mirror, tying her hair into a high ponytail.
Liam blinked and nodded, already reaching for the tablet beside him to order room service.
But Lana stopped him. "No, I mean like... out. A restaurant."
He paused and looked up at her. The spark in her eyes said everything—she wasn’t just hungry. She was itching to explore.
Liam understood immediately. She was rarely ever free like this. No agents breathing down her neck. No shoots, no meetings, no expectations. Just her, in a foreign city, away from everything.
She was restless.
He let out a breath. "Alright," he said, standing up. "Let’s go."
Her face lit up with excitement. "Yes!"