Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Renee had a long dream, taking her back to her childhood. There, she saw the sun setting and her mother waiting

at the street corner. Their days together, while simple, overflowed with happiness.

As Renee’s consciousness slowly returned, she was hesitant to open her eyes. She longed to return to that dream

and those carefree days.

A teardrop moistened her eyelashes, rolling from her eye’s corner.

–

Kaitlyn had left this world, leaving Renee an orphan. After the funeral, Nicholas and Linda brought her back home,

treating her like their own daughter.

Cordelia and Zephyr visited often. Even Toph, still recovering, hobbled over on crutches to be by her side, his

cheery disposition brightening her somber life like the sun.

Strangely, the more they did, the sadder Renee became. If only she had decided earlier and sent her mother to get

treated—maybe these events wouldn’t have unfolded.

One evening, Lena noticed Renee barely ate. After a pause, she chose to make soup and offer it.

Just as she approached the stairs, Chris suddenly appeared! The soup might have met his head if Lena hadn’t been

composed.

Staring at each other, Lena asked, “W-Why are you here?”

Chris chuckled without words.

“Are you staying at the Thompson’s?” Lena was puzzled. “Why do I keep seeing you here all the time?”

“Is it that you don’t want to see me?”

“Not that, it’s just strange.” Lena sighed. “You have a home, yet you’re always here!”

Chris stood tall. “Don’t you know why I’m here?”

Lena wrinkled her brow and chuckled.

Ever since they returned from that village, Chris had become a ticking time bomb, always carrying a sense of

resentment in his words.

Chris’ gaze fell on the bowl of soup in her hands. “This…”

“Oh, Ms. Renee hasn’t eaten, so I’m sending this to her.”

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

Before Lena could react, Chris sat at the dining table and sulked with his arms crossed over his chest. He said,

“Lena, let’s see how you handle this!”

Lena was even more confused.

She gazed at him, then at the kitchen, and murmured, “There’s some food left in the pot. Help yourself!”

“You…” Chris grumbled, but Lena paid no mind and took the food upstairs.

Chris lingered in the Thompsons’ dining room until late at night. Household staff came and went, finding his

behavior amusing. However, no one dared laugh in his presence. They all pretended he wasn’t there, staying busy.

Bored, Chris slumped onto the table when fatigue set in. He dozed into a dream. In the dream, Lena transformed

into a devoted wife, cooking and tending to chores. They lived in a small village, sharing a content life.

Lena’s image blurred in the dream, replaced by Zuko. He questioned, “When will you make a move?”

Surprised, Chris defended, “I crafted her a sniper rifle. I gave it to her…”

Zuko laughed, his voice fading.

Resting his head on his arm, Chris mumbled, “What does ‘give her a shot’ mean? Zuko, I lack energy now. I need to

eat first…”

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

Out of nowhere, a voice echoed.

Chris furrowed his brow, catching a delightful aroma in the air.

Abruptly, he opened his eyes, realizing he wasn’t dreaming. A plate of pasta was on the table!

“What…”

He was stunned.

The pasta was in a white porcelain plate, and the hand holding the plate was as fair as the porcelain, as if it was

part of the craft.

Lena’s beautiful eyes were fixed on him.

Chris snapped back to attention, sat up straight, and solemnly accepted the plate.

“Did you… make this?” he asked.

Lena chuckled softly. “You’re quite something, sleeping in someone else’s dining room.”

Chris smiled and picked up a fork, quickly devouring the pasta. It was delicious and not greasy. He slurped it all up,

finding it incredibly satisfying.

Lena watched him silently and suddenly felt a strange emotion. “It seems you were really hungry…”

“Hmm?”

“I heard you mumbling in your sleep just now.” She pursed her lips. “Saying something about not having energy and

needing to eat before doing anything. Hey, what are you going to do that requires energy?”

Chris stopped to think for a moment, and his face turned slightly red.

He chatted half-heartedly with Lena while eating. “Uncle Nicholas and Aunt Linda are asleep? I’ve been here for a

while but haven’t seen them.”

“They don’t usually have a big dinner. They only have some soup at night, so they usually stay in their room.”

Chris grinned and kept eating, finishing everything.

“I’m not a great cook.” Lena said softly, “But filling the stomach is not a problem, so bear with it.”

“No, no, it’s delicious!”

Lena glanced at him. “You’re really good at comforting people.”

“No!” Chris straightened his back and raised his voice. “I’m being sincere!”

Lena could not help but laugh. When the two locked eyes, her face heated up.

The air seemed to freeze, and time stopped.

Lena could only hear her heartbeat, thumping and blooming like the blossoming flowers.

“Lena…”

Chris was about to hold her hand, but she quickly dodged.

They felt a bit embarrassed—one looking down, the other glancing around.

Time suddenly felt long and awkward.

Chris wondered if he should break the thin barrier. He then thought that he had already made his intentions clear

enough.

He gathered his thoughts, chuckled softly, and said, “Lena, I have a question for you.”

“What?”

“Is it really because you like Pammy that you’re so good to the Thompsons?”