My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Keira wasn't entirely sure if Ryan Cobb would really have an accident today.

But after thinking about it, she agreed with what Erin had said.

When it comes to matters of life and death, it's better to believe it could happen than to dismiss it outright.

Erin had predicted that Ryan's car accident would happen at 10 a.m., but Keira didn't know where Ryan would be at that time. So, to be safe, she decided to wait outside the Cobb family house with Erin starting at 7 a.m.

On the way there, Erin had bought quite the spread—pancakes, doughnuts, coffee, pudding, chips, and even some hotdogs.

As Keira stood beside the car, keeping an eye on the Cobb resident's gate, Erin stayed inside, devouring everything she'd bought with audible slurps and chomps.

Keira watched in disbelief as Erin finished off the entire breakfast spread. She couldn't help but feel a twitch in her lips.

Her eyes flicked to Erin's stomach. It didn't even look bloated…

How could she eat so much? Was her stomach some kind of bottomless pit?

Just as Keira was silently wondering about this, Erin looked over, coughed lightly, and reminded her, "I did ask you if you wanted any. You said no, so I didn't get you anything."

Keira was speechless.

Was this the same cunning strategist, Erin South Martin, or a food-obsessed squirrel?!

watch anymore and turned her gaze back

She checked the time.

Lewis in his workaholic tendencies, would have left early for work. That was why

surprise, it was already 9:30 a.m., and he

residence

rush. She stood calmly next

car came

no choice; Keira had parked her car right in front of the gate, effectively

was wide enough for two cars, her vehicle was right in the middle of

was a

out of the car and walked toward Keira, frowning. "Ms. Olsen, what exactly are you trying

"Mr. Cobb, you can't leave before 10

have an important meeting today. Don't cause

"If you leave before 10, you'll get into

scoffed. "I told you, I don't

I don't really believe in it either. But the things happening with the South family are strange, so

furrowed even tighter. "Ms. Olsen, I control my own life. I don't believe in this nonsense, and even if you stand here all day, I still won't

back. "Is there really anything more important than your life,

at his watch, his face

First, he'd spilled breakfast on his suit, and then he'd had to shower and change, which had delayed