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

“But you’ve grown

strange atmosphere settled over

Zuko exchanged a relieved glance. With such a

was surprised. She hadn’t expected Fleur to take her side at a time like

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

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

butler nodded and

bit her lip. Despite her

she changed the topic. “Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole looks

your own meal!” Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. “Don’t

Bianca flinched.

only as long

believe Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her,

instructed the butler to serve Bianca

in lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned