Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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?"

attempting to appear charming. "Chris and I used to travel all the time when we were

you were kids," Fleur emphasized. "But you've grown up. Your mind

atmosphere settled over the dining

Zuko exchanged a relieved glance. With such a supportive

hadn't expected Fleur to

staring at me?" Fleur widened her eyes. "Is there something on my

Aunt Fleur loves grilled

butler nodded

unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite

the topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole looks

snapped, placing her cutlery

Bianca flinched.

only

affectionate toward her, would now include Lena in those

Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca some grilled

Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually