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?”

charming. “Chris and I used to travel all the time when we were

Fleur emphasized. “But you’ve grown up.

atmosphere settled

With such a supportive mother-in-law, what could they

expected Fleur to

wrong? Why is everyone staring at me?” Fleur widened her eyes. “Is there something on

Zuko called the butler over. “I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please

nodded

her lip. Despite her

the topic. “Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole

her cutlery firmly on the

Bianca flinched.

was usually gentle and amiable, but only as long as

had always been affectionate toward her, would now

instructed the butler to serve Bianca some

conversation with Fleur, and the