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?!

couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned her gaze

She checked the time.

thought Ryan, being similar to Lewis in his workaholic tendencies, would have left early for work. That was why

it was already

the Cobb residence opened, and Ryan's car slowly

calmly next to

car came

parked her car right in front of the gate, effectively blocking the

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

car was a

toward Keira, frowning. "Ms. Olsen, what exactly are you trying

"Mr. Cobb, you can't

deepened. "I have an important meeting today.

"If you leave before 10,

you, I don't believe in

family are strange, so I had to stop you. After all, there's an old saying, better

brow 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 believe

there really anything more important than your life, Mr.

at his watch, his face

morning had been off. First, he'd spilled breakfast on his suit, and then he'd had to shower and change, which had delayed him even more.