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

“But you’ve grown up. Your mind shouldn’t dwell in the

settled

Zuko exchanged a relieved glance. With such a

hadn’t expected Fleur to take her

staring at me?” Fleur

butler over. “I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please

butler nodded and

her lip. Despite her frustration, she refrained from

the topic. “Aunt Fleur, your seafood

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

Bianca flinched.

usually gentle and amiable, but only as long

had always been affectionate

advantage of the moment, Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca

with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually