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?”

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

“But you’ve grown up. Your

settled over the dining

With such a

was surprised. She hadn’t expected Fleur to take

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

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

butler nodded and

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

changed the topic. “Aunt

snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table.

Bianca flinched.

and amiable, but only as long as her boundaries were

couldn’t believe Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her, would now include Lena

moment, Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca

with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually