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Bianca struggled to maintain her balance, desperate not to clumsily tumble over.
Lena looked at her in puzzlement, frowning before silently entering the guesthouse. Chris was preparing to follow
suit when Bianca abruptly stopped him.
"Chris, can you spare a moment to talk to me?"
Chris sidestepped her touch and kept a respectful distance, his gaze distant. "What's up?"
"W-Why are you treating me this way?" Bianca's eyes welled up with tears. "Weren't we close as kids? But now
you're so distant! You—"
Chris interrupted gravely, "Bianca, our childhood is in the past. I'm only being considerate because of our history."
"Chris!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I have a girlfriend, who will be my future wife and the mother of my children." Chris's voice held determination.
"I'm keeping my distance from other women out of respect for my devotion to her."
Bianca froze, disbelief washing over her.
In her mind, Chris had always been like a steadfast tree, never showing interest in anyone. She had assumed they
would marry someday—they were that close.
The presence of Lena was entirely unexpected.
Despite her pale face, Bianca took a deep breath. She pleaded, "Chris, I understand your feelings for your
girlfriend, but can't you hold onto our years of friendship?"
"I have my boundaries."
"Would you take care of me if I got sick?"
Chris's eyes darkened. "What's going on with you?"
"I... I've been feeling unwell lately," Bianca said, rubbing her temples grimly. "Maybe it's because I'm not
accustomed to this place. I'm constantly dizzy and can't sleep in this room!"
Coincidentally, Edward approached with hot water and overheard their conversation. His expression soured, and he
slammed the kettle on the table. Hot water splashed, narrowly missing Bianca.
"Ah!" Bianca shrieked, jumping back in fear as she stared at Edward. "You..."
"What's this talk about not adapting to the environment?" Edward retorted coldly. "It doesn't seem like an issue of
adaptation. It seems like you're intentionally causing trouble."
"And what if I am?" Bianca raised her voice. "I'm just stating the facts! I—"
"People who struggle with altitude sickness don't sound like you," Edward mocked. "Your symptoms don't match."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, he walked away.
Chris glanced at Bianca, who protested, "Chris, I really feel unwell!"
"If you're not feeling well, it's best to return home early," Chris calmly suggested. "The bodyguards are here. You
can ask them to escort you to the nearest airport."
"Can I rest on your private plane before leaving?"
"Absolutely not," Chris replied with a playful smile. "My sister-in-law hasn't had the chance to fly on my private plane
yet. Until she does, no one else can have that privilege."
"What?"
"Also, I didn't plan for you to use my private plane this time," Chris stated plainly. "We came here to pick up the
children, and there's exactly one seat per child on the plane. No extras."
Bianca panicked. "What should I do then?"
"As I mentioned, let the bodyguards take you to the airport. They will purchase a first-class ticket and ensure your
safe journey home."
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