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?"

Fleur!" Bianca protested, attempting to appear charming. "Chris and I used to travel

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

settled over

exchanged a relieved glance. With such

hadn't expected Fleur to take her side at a time like

is everyone staring at me?" Fleur widened her eyes. "Is there something on

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

nodded

and bit her lip. Despite her frustration, she

she changed the topic. "Aunt Fleur, your

placing her cutlery firmly on the

Bianca flinched.

but only as long as her boundaries

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

the butler to serve Bianca

Fleur, and the atmosphere