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?"

Bianca protested, attempting to appear charming. "Chris and I

"But you've grown up. Your mind

strange atmosphere settled

relieved glance. With such a supportive mother-in-law, what could they worry

Fleur to take

staring at me?" Fleur widened her eyes. "Is

yes!" Zuko called the butler over. "I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please let the

butler nodded

sensed Fleur's unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she refrained

she changed the topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood

on your own meal!" Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the

Bianca flinched.

usually gentle and amiable, but only as long

couldn't believe Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her,

of the moment, Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca some grilled

conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to