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?"

I

emphasized. "But you've grown up. Your mind shouldn't

settled

such

was surprised. She hadn't expected Fleur to take her side at a time like

everyone staring at me?" Fleur widened her

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

nodded

Fleur's unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her

changed the topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole looks

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

Bianca flinched.

and amiable, but only as long as her

been affectionate toward her, would now

the butler to serve Bianca

lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to