My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

"Amy's biological dad? Wasn't that Howard?"

Amy was Keera's child with Howard.

Keira blinked, confused, and said, "I'll head over now."

Hanging up, she turned to Lewis, who immediately sensed something was up. "What's going on?"

"Someone's here saying he's Amy's biological father. I have no idea who... but I need to find out."

"I'm coming with you."

Keira nodded, and as the two were about to head out, Erin suddenly popped up at the door, holding her drumstick and pistachios. "I'm coming too!"

Once they were in the car, Erin peered over at Lewis with curiosity. "Mr. Horton, don't you have a job? Doesn't Horton Group, you know, need you?"

Lewis kept his eyes on the road, his tone calm. "Why? Do you have an issue with that, Ms. Martin?"

"No, no issues, just a thought! You know, if someone didn't know better, they might think Horton Group went under, with you hanging around like this," she muttered, then leaned toward Keira in the passenger seat. "Keira, just saying, you gotta find a man with some ambition, right? You want someone who'll make money and take care of you. Don't want to be stuck supporting him, right?"

Keira gave her a warning look. "Zip it."

"Fine, fine."

back in the rear

mirror. Erin was such a wild card, fearless

Lewis. She knew why he stuck so close-it was a reminder of that incident back in Oceanion,

at the Olsen

of the car and found Ellis and Mary standing near

identity, this visitor complicated things. If he was indeed Amy's father... then that meant he'd been Keera's partner. The situation felt awkward, to say the

them both, then

wave of gardenia perfume hit her, and suddenly, a

she

I finally found

look at him, and what she saw left her momentarily stunned. His face was strikingly beautiful-almost too flawless to be real. It was a kind of beauty that blurred the line between masculine and feminine.

Lewis were both very attractive people, but even they paled in comparison to

had that rugged, masculine appeal. Keira's beauty was bold and striking, with none

were exquisitely fine, without a single flaw. He wore a fitted black suit, but he was so

black suit only made his

obscured his eyes, and his hair was styled in a loose mullet, giving him

almost sickly, which, along with his slight frame, made him

pushed him, and he staggered back a