My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Erin lounged comfortably on the sofa, casually snapping her fingers at the nearby butler. "A cappuccino, please."

Unaware of the recent conversation, the butler quickly brought the prepared coffee and handed it to Erin.

"Thank you," Erin said with a sweet smile.

The butler waved his hand dismissively. "Miss Martin, there's no need for such politeness."

He then looked at Uncle Olsen and Keira. "Sir, Miss, would you like anything to drink?"

Keira shook her head while Uncle Olsen stood up. "I'm going to grab something to eat."

Having slept for so many days, his stomach was empty.

Apart from that, his departure signaled to Keira that he hadn't detected any hostility from Erin. Nearing his fifties, Uncle Olsen was skilled at reading people and rarely wrong in his judgments. Keira simply nodded.

Uncle Olsen followed the butler toward the dining area.

Erin immediately stood up. "Uncle, wait for me! I'm hungry, too!"

turned to Keira. "Won't you join us for

"..."

young girl she seemed to be. It was unclear whether she had acted this way for so long that it had become second nature

gaze, noticing Lewis, who had approached unnoticed. She

Lewis to a corner. Keira looked at him. "Do you think she's

our conversation just now, I sensed no deceit in her." Lewis replied without

and then asked, "What do you

were both old Mr. Martin's granddaughters. Considering Erin's influence within the Special Division, she likely had her own supporters in Clance's five major families. The task Keira had barely completed for the South family

Charles? Were the Olsen brothers once again facing a dilemma between choosing a wife or a sister? Why did Keira always seem to be at odds with her brothers' interests? She was becoming

"Keira, I have never put my fate in anyone

to Erin, what's next? She'll promise to help

South family; she just wanted to rescue her mother and live peacefully with her father. But she knew her

you do rescue her, could you

her jaw

up living simply, with my farming and you weaving. That would be enough for me. But what about our children? It might be easier if we have a son, but if we have a daughter, she'll inevitably get caught

her fists and took a deep breath. She understood all the reasons Lewis laid out; she had always known them but had never wanted to face them. Ever since learning about the

family's rules to let her and her mother live happily? Or what would she have to sacrifice for Erin to make such a