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?”

“Chris and I used to travel all the time

emphasized. “But you’ve grown

settled

With such

Fleur to

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

called the butler over. “I remember Aunt

butler nodded and

sensed Fleur’s unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she refrained from showing

to Fleur, she changed the topic. “Aunt Fleur,

your own meal!” Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. “Don’t eye others’

Bianca flinched.

but only as long as her boundaries

been affectionate toward her, would now include Lena

the butler to serve Bianca some

Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned