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?”

“Chris and I used to travel all

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

atmosphere settled over

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

hadn’t expected Fleur to take

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

“I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please

nodded and

bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she

changed the topic. “Aunt Fleur,

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

Bianca flinched.

was usually gentle and amiable, but only

affectionate toward

the butler

Fleur,