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?”

and I used to travel all the time

were kids,” Fleur emphasized. “But you’ve grown up. Your mind shouldn’t dwell in the

atmosphere settled over the

glance. With such a supportive mother-in-law,

surprised. She hadn’t expected Fleur to take her side

Why is everyone staring at me?” Fleur widened her eyes.

butler over. “I remember Aunt Fleur

nodded and

sensed Fleur’s unhappiness and bit her lip.

the topic. “Aunt Fleur, your seafood

on your own meal!” Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly

Bianca flinched.

was usually gentle and amiable, but only as long as her

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

of the moment, Lina instructed the butler to serve

engaged in lively conversation with Fleur, and the