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?”

I used to travel all the time when we were

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

atmosphere settled over the

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

hadn’t expected Fleur to take

is everyone staring at me?” Fleur

“I remember Aunt Fleur

butler nodded and

unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she

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

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

Bianca flinched.

but only as long as her boundaries were

believe Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her, would now include Lena in

the butler to serve Bianca

engaged in lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to