Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chris arrived at the apartment. As soon as he entered, he smelled a delightful aroma wafting from the kitchen.

There, he found Lena busily cooking, tending to a pot of chicken soup that had been simmering for hours. Though

soup required patience, she did not seem to mind. She lifted the lid and took a whiff, then used a small spoon to

taste it before she smiled in satisfaction.

Chris leaned against the kitchen doorway, a mix of emotions washing over him as he observed her.

He walked over quietly and embraced her from behind, causing her to jump in surprise. He tightened his hands

around her waist, and she relaxed upon recognizing his familiar touch.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

Chris did not reply. Instead, he took in her scent and kissed her neck tenderly.

Lena shrank into herself, her face flushing.

Chris chuckled. It seemed he had discovered her sensitive spot.

"Even though this isn't for me, it still feels great," Chris said softly.

"What?"

"To come home and see you busy in the kitchen, the house filled with warmth and the aroma of cooking, and to

have you beside me. This is the life I want most."

Lena served him a bowl, and Chris acted flattered. "What? Isn't this a treat for pregnant ladies?"

"Are you having it or not?" Lena asked with a casual tone, but there was a hint of a smile on her face.

Chris could not have been happier. He carried it to the dining table as if he were holding a precious treasure and

savored every spoonful.

Lena turned off the stove and sat across from him, watching him with a faint smile.

The life he had described earlier was exactly what she wanted most, too.

Chris looked at her and said thoughtfully, "Lenny, about what you told me the other day..."

"Don't mention it to anyone," Lena said in a hushed tone. "I don't want others to know. If it weren't for wanting to

explain that photo to you, I wouldn't have told you either."

Chris lowered his head, hesitating to speak. "Lenny, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Are you absolutely certain that you are Mr. Thompson's daughter?" Lena was taken aback. What could be

uncertain about this? Her mother had written all those things in her diary, and they were all based on actual events.

Nicholas had saved her mother's life, and her mother had loved him deeply, willing to do anything for him. Did the

"anything" not include bearing his child?

She nodded firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm sure. Everything my mother wrote is true!"

"Your mother's words are true, but..." Chris looked a bit anxious. "But she didn't explicitly write that you are Nicholas

Thompson's daughter."

"Chris, what are you trying to say?"

Chris cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for the crumpled DNA test report. He had secretly taken Lena's

hair for a DNA test, and the result showed she had no biological relationship with Nicholas.

This result, though logical, had taken him by surprise. When he had read Lena's diary and listened to her life story,

he had harbored doubts. He knew what kind of person Nicholas was, so he could not believe he had ever betrayed

his family.

Despite that, when the result was presented before him, he felt a pang of sorrow for Lena. He understood her

yearning for a family and the fantasies she had built around it. He wanted to protect her and could not bear to

shatter her illusions. After all, Lena was unlikely to spread the truth. So, why not let this beautiful misunderstanding

continue?

Chris licked his lips and gently held her hand.

"You're acting a bit strange today." Lena looked at him, puzzled.

"It's nothing," Chris said softly. "I just want to discuss something with you..."

"What is it?"

"I know this might sound hasty, but it's what I truly want..." Chris looked into her eyes and spoke seriously. "Lenny,

let's get married." -

Lina woke up to see Linda's gentle smile. There was a soft blanket on her, and she realized that Linda had draped it

over her while she was sleeping.

"You're such a big girl now, but you still can't sleep properly!" Linda chided. "You came back home and collapsed on

the sofa right away. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Lina blushed and smiled apologetically, leaning into her mother's embrace.

When she had come back to her parents' home today, she had intended to spend quality time with them. However,

as soon as she stepped inside, she had not even sat down for a moment before she felt fatigued and soon dozed

off.

"I don't know what's come over me. Lately, all I want to do is eat and sleep." Lina stretched and spotted some fresh

oranges on the table. Her mouth watered at the sight.

"It's because you're at an advanced stage of pregnancy, so your mobility is limited and you feel sluggish," Linda

said, stroking her daughter's head. "But having an improved appetite means that the baby needs it."

Lina was just about to reach for the oranges when Lena walked over with a glass of orange juice. Wherever Lina

was now, Lena would be around her as long as Zuko was not with her. She had sensed Lina's craving and squeezed

fresh juice for her while she was sleeping.

Lina shot her a grateful look and looked at Linda. She felt a surge of happiness.

The three of them sat together, chatting and laughing, truly resembling a mother and her daughters.

It was then Evelyn rushed in with an anxious expression and called for Linda, "Madam..."

"What's the matter?"

"Madam, Ms. Renee... She's here!"

Linda straightened up while Lina and Lena were surprised. Evelyn went to the living room door and activated the

surveillance system. They could see from the screen as Renee stood at the entrance of the Thompsons' mansion,

accompanied by a group of people.

"Are those reporters?" Lina gasped. "She actually brought reporters!"

"Pammy, Aunt Linda, stay here." Lena's expression was cold. "I'll take care of her!"

"That's fine." Evelyn held Lena back. "Ian has sent his men. Those reporters wouldn't dare to come in!"

"But is Renee going to camp here with those reporters every day?" Lena frowned. "What exactly does she want?"

Linda took a deep breath, her gaze now displeased.

"Lena, watch over Lina and make sure she doesn't get too agitated. At this stage of her pregnancy, she can't afford

emotional fluctuations," Linda instructed and turned to Evelyn. "Where's Nicholas?"

"He went to the Hamertons early in the morning—had a fishing appointment with Mr. Zephyr."

"Ask him to hurry back. Fishing at this moment?!" Linda's presence was intimidating as she put on her coat and

headed out with a determined stride. "I'll personally go ask Renee what she's up to!"