Married a Secret Billionaire

Fleur pursed her lips, adjusted her shawl, and shot him a proud look.

The dinner that followed was something Lena found amusing but could not laugh.

The dishes were plentiful, and the hotel’s service was attentive. Marco was not that difficult to get along with, but Fleur…

“Let me be clear!” Fleur put down her cutlery, fiddled with her massive Kashmir sapphire ring, and glanced around before fixing her gaze on Lena. “Ms. Harding, the Warnocks are not just any ordinary household. It’s not a place for just anyone, and…”

Marco coughed and weakly reminded her, “Dear, it’s the Hamertons. The Hamertons…”

“Oh?” Fleur immediately raised her voice. “You old man, bad! When you were young, you pursued me and talked about marrying into my family! Into my family, understand?”

Marco coughed even harder.

Chris covered his face and shot an exasperated look at Lena through his fingers. –

After their meal, Chris walked Lena back to the apartment and headed over to the Hamerton residence. As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted Marco and Fleur seated on the living room sofa.

wanted to talk

inside, he caught Marco making exaggerated hand

took a seat beside his mother, gently massaging her

her confident and proud demeanor, locking eyes with her son and sharing a seldom- seen, contented

of someone like this outside, haven’t

“Uh, Mom…”

and picked up the teacup before her. “Let’s be direct then! I only have

“Mom, why?”

A long face and not even smiling.

mature and doesn’t like smiling. It’s

composed wife

Fleur scolded him

to refill