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?"

"Chris and I used to travel

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

strange atmosphere settled over

relieved glance. With such

She hadn't expected Fleur to take her

me?" Fleur widened

yes!" Zuko called the butler over. "I remember Aunt Fleur

nodded and

her lip. Despite

topic. "Aunt Fleur, your seafood casserole looks

snapped, placing her cutlery firmly on the table. "Don't eye others'

Bianca flinched.

and amiable, but only as long

Fleur, who had always been affectionate toward her,

instructed the butler to serve Bianca some grilled

with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned