Married a Secret Billionaire

Bianca outwardly complied, but a hint of discontent lingered in her eyes. Throughout the meal, her gaze kept drifting toward Chris. When Fleur spoke, Bianca would actively join in, steering the conversation toward their shared childhood memories.

In their youth, she frequented Fleur’s home, adoring the swing in her backyard and sharing a bed with Chris.

Lena listened quietly, her calm facade masking the fact the delicious food lacked flavor to her.

“Oh, Chris…” Bianca gazed at him innocently. “Could you take me to the mountains? I’m seeking inspiration for a photo series featuring the mountains.”

Chris’ eyes darkened, and he remained silent, subtly holding Lena’s hand under the table.

Bianca pouted. “Why aren’t you responding?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” Fleur tapped the table gently. “Let’s eat.”

“Aunt Fleur, I—”

“I don’t think you should join them,” Fleur gracefully adjusted her hair. “They have important matters to attend to. What would you gain by tagging along?”

Fleur!” Bianca protested, attempting to appear charming. “Chris and I used

grown up. Your

atmosphere settled over the

a relieved glance. With such a supportive

was surprised. She hadn’t expected Fleur to take her side at a time like

wrong? Why is everyone staring at me?” Fleur widened

remember Aunt

nodded

bit her lip.

topic.

meal!” Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. “Don’t eye others’

Bianca flinched.

usually gentle and amiable, but only as long as her

believe Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her, would now include Lena in

moment, Lina instructed the

with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to