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?"

to appear charming. "Chris and I used to travel all the time when

you've grown up. Your mind

strange atmosphere settled over

relieved glance. With such

hadn't expected Fleur to

Why is everyone staring at me?" Fleur widened her eyes.

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

butler nodded and

her lip.

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

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

Bianca flinched.

gentle and amiable, but only as long

always been affectionate toward

of the moment, Lina instructed the

in lively conversation with Fleur, and the atmosphere gradually returned to