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.”

disbelief washing

had always been like a steadfast tree, never showing

Lena was entirely

pleaded, “Chris, I understand your feelings for your girlfriend,

“I have my boundaries.”

you take care of

eyes darkened. “What’s going

Bianca said, rubbing her temples grimly. “Maybe it’s because I’m not accustomed to this place. I’m constantly

hot water and overheard their conversation. His expression soured, and he slammed the

back in fear as she stared at

talk about not adapting to the environment?” Edward retorted coldly. “It doesn’t

am?” Bianca raised her voice.

sound like you,” Edward mocked. “Your symptoms

that, he walked