Married a Secret Billionaire

Renee had a long dream, taking her back to her childhood. There, she saw the sun setting and her mother waiting at the street corner. Their days together, while simple, overflowed with happiness.

As Renee’s consciousness slowly returned, she was hesitant to open her eyes. She longed to return to that dream and those carefree days.

A teardrop moistened her eyelashes, rolling from her eye’s corner.

–

Kaitlyn had left this world, leaving Renee an orphan. After the funeral, Nicholas and Linda brought her back home, treating her like their own daughter.

Cordelia and Zephyr visited often. Even Toph, still recovering, hobbled over on crutches to be by her side, his cheery disposition brightening her somber life like the sun.

Strangely, the more they did, the sadder Renee became. If only she had decided earlier and sent her mother to get treated—maybe these events wouldn’t have unfolded.

One evening, Lena noticed Renee barely ate. After a pause, she chose to make soup and offer it.

Just as she approached the stairs, Chris suddenly appeared! The soup might have met his head if Lena hadn’t been composed.

Staring at each other, Lena asked, “W-Why are you here?”

Chris chuckled without words.

“Are you staying at the Thompson’s?” Lena was puzzled. “Why do I keep seeing you here all the time?”

“Is it that you don’t want to see me?”

“Not that, it’s just strange.” Lena sighed. “You have a home, yet you’re always here!”

Chris stood tall. “Don’t you know why I’m here?”

Lena wrinkled her brow and chuckled.

Ever since they returned from that village, Chris had become a ticking time bomb, always carrying a sense of resentment in his words.

gaze fell on the bowl

so I’m sending this to

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

table and sulked with his arms crossed over his chest. He said, “Lena, let’s see

was even

him, then at the kitchen, and murmured,

Lena paid no

and went, finding his

slumped onto the table when fatigue set in. He dozed into a dream. In the dream, Lena transformed into a devoted wife, cooking and tending to chores. They

by Zuko. He questioned, “When will you make a

Chris defended, “I crafted her a sniper rifle. I

his voice

a

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

of nowhere,

his brow, catching a delightful aroma

dreaming.

“What…”

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was in a white porcelain plate, and the hand holding the plate was as fair as

eyes were fixed on

to attention, sat up

make this?” he

quite something, sleeping in someone else’s dining

was delicious and not greasy. He slurped it all up, finding

and suddenly felt a strange emotion. “It seems you

“Hmm?”