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?”

protested, attempting to appear charming. “Chris and I

were kids,” Fleur emphasized. “But you’ve grown up. Your

atmosphere settled

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

expected Fleur to take her

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

“I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please let

butler nodded

sensed Fleur’s unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her frustration,

changed the topic.

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

Bianca flinched.

but only as long as

been affectionate

instructed the butler to serve Bianca some

conversation with Fleur,