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?”

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

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

strange atmosphere settled over the dining

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

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

me?” Fleur widened her eyes. “Is there something on my

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

nodded and

and bit her lip.

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

Fleur snapped, placing her

Bianca flinched.

only as long as her

always been affectionate toward her, would now

Lina instructed the butler

lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to