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 over

never showing interest in anyone. She had assumed they would marry someday—they

of Lena

deep breath. She pleaded, “Chris, I understand your feelings for your girlfriend, but can’t

“I have my boundaries.”

of me

darkened. “What’s going

feeling unwell lately,” Bianca said, rubbing her temples grimly. “Maybe it’s because I’m not accustomed to

soured, and he slammed the kettle on the table. Hot water splashed,

fear as

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

I am?” Bianca raised her voice. “I’m just

sickness don’t sound like you,”

he walked