Chương 162: No More Dreaming

"I remember the day I brought her home vividly. Needless to say, as the son of immigrants, my parents were not too happy. They thought I had become too 'westernized'.

I was furious, but Dhalia here was as cool as a cucumber. She walked right up to the kitchen table and introduced herself in such perfect Japanese that you would have thought that she was born there herself."

"Y-You're exaggerating again, Hideo..."

"Look at her trying to be modest, isn't she the most precious thing?"

"""""Awww..."""""

Sitting within a world-famous restaurant in the heart of New York were an older couple who were absolutely gushing over each other.

The man was handsome, and looked like what would occur if one put a yakuza member and a male model in a blender.

He had long, oil black hair that was mostly held in a bun above his head.

Though Taira often remarked that he was getting more gray in there as the years went on.