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

grown up.

atmosphere settled over the dining

Zuko exchanged a relieved glance. With such a

She hadn't expected Fleur to

everyone staring at me?" Fleur widened her

Zuko called the butler over. "I remember Aunt Fleur

nodded

Fleur's unhappiness and bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she

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

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

Bianca flinched.

gentle and amiable, but only as long as her

who had always been affectionate toward her, would now include Lena in those

advantage of the moment, Lina instructed the

lively conversation with Fleur,