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

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

atmosphere settled

With such a supportive

expected Fleur to take her side at a time like

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

yes!” Zuko called the butler over. “I remember Aunt Fleur loves

nodded

and bit her lip. Despite

changed the topic. “Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole

her cutlery firmly

Bianca flinched.

only as long

had always been affectionate toward

the butler to serve Bianca

engaged in lively conversation with Fleur, and the