Married a Secret Billionaire

Bianca struggled to maintain her balance, desperate not to clumsily tumble over.

Lena looked at her in puzzlement, frowning before silently entering the guesthouse. Chris was preparing to follow suit when Bianca abruptly stopped him.

“Chris, can you spare a moment to talk to me?”

Chris sidestepped her touch and kept a respectful distance, his gaze distant. “What’s up?”

“W-Why are you treating me this way?” Bianca’s eyes welled up with tears. “Weren’t we close as kids? But now you’re so distant! You—”

Chris interrupted gravely, “Bianca, our childhood is in the past. I’m only being considerate because of our history.”

“Chris!”

“I have a girlfriend, who will be my future wife and the mother of my children.” Chris’s voice held determination. “I’m keeping my distance from other women out of respect for my devotion to her.”

froze, disbelief washing

like a steadfast tree, never showing interest in anyone. She had assumed they would

Lena was

understand your feelings for your girlfriend, but can’t you hold onto our

“I have my boundaries.”

of me if

“What’s going on

her temples grimly. “Maybe it’s because I’m not accustomed to this place. I’m constantly dizzy

hot water and overheard their conversation. His expression soured, and he slammed the kettle on the table. Hot water splashed,

shrieked, jumping back in fear as she stared at

Edward retorted coldly. “It doesn’t seem like an issue of adaptation. It seems like

if I am?” Bianca raised her voice.

with altitude sickness don’t sound

that, he