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?"

and I used to travel all the

emphasized. "But you've grown up. Your

strange atmosphere settled over

and Zuko exchanged a relieved glance. With such

hadn't expected Fleur to take her side

me?" Fleur

"I remember Aunt

butler nodded and

lip. Despite her frustration, she

topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole

meal!" Fleur snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. "Don't

Bianca flinched.

usually gentle and amiable, but only as long

affectionate toward her,

advantage of the moment, Lina instructed the butler to serve Bianca

lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned