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

Chris had always been like a steadfast tree, never showing interest in anyone. She had assumed they would marry someday—they

of Lena

pale face, Bianca took a deep breath. She pleaded, “Chris, I understand your feelings for your girlfriend, but can’t you hold

“I have my boundaries.”

take care of me if

darkened. “What’s

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

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

fear as she

adapting to the environment?” Edward retorted coldly. “It doesn’t seem like an issue of adaptation. It

her voice. “I’m just stating

don’t sound like you,” Edward

that, he walked