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?”

protested, attempting to appear charming. “Chris and I used to

grown

atmosphere settled over the dining

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

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

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

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

butler nodded

sensed Fleur’s unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite

closer to Fleur, she changed the topic. “Aunt

Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. “Don’t eye

Bianca flinched.

but only as long

affectionate toward her, would

Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca some grilled

engaged in lively conversation with Fleur, and the