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?"

protested, attempting to appear charming. "Chris and I used to travel all

grown up. Your mind shouldn't dwell

atmosphere settled over

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

expected Fleur to take her side at a

me?" Fleur widened

butler over. "I remember Aunt Fleur loves

butler nodded and

and bit her lip. Despite

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

placing her cutlery firmly on the table. "Don't

Bianca flinched.

usually gentle and amiable, but only as long as her

had always been affectionate toward her, would

advantage of the moment, Lina instructed the butler

Fleur, and the