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

Fleur emphasized. “But you’ve grown up. Your mind shouldn’t

atmosphere settled

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

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

Fleur widened her eyes. “Is there

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

butler nodded

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

topic. “Aunt

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

Bianca flinched.

only as

who had always been affectionate toward

the moment, Lina instructed the butler to

engaged in lively conversation with Fleur,

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