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?"

"Chris and I

were kids," Fleur emphasized. "But you've grown up. Your mind shouldn't dwell

strange atmosphere settled over the dining

With such a supportive

hadn't expected Fleur to take

staring at me?" Fleur widened her eyes.

butler over. "I remember Aunt Fleur loves grilled salmon. Please let

nodded and

bit her lip. Despite her

topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood

own meal!" Fleur snapped, placing her

Bianca flinched.

but only

affectionate

advantage of the moment, Lina instructed the butler

in lively conversation with Fleur,

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