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."

in the rear seat, busy cracking pistachios, munching

card, fearless but oddly obedient when Keira told her off, like

at Lewis. She knew why he stuck so close-it was a reminder of that incident back in Oceanion, when she'd narrowly escaped a dangerous setup. Now, with everything so precarious, he was even less likely to leave

arrived at the Olsen family

out of the car and found Ellis and Mary standing near the

visitor complicated things. If he was indeed Amy's father... then that

nodded at them both, then stepped into the

wave of gardenia perfume hit her, and

she quickly pushed

finally

look at him, and what she saw left her momentarily stunned. His face was strikingly beautiful-almost too flawless to be real. It

were both very attractive people, but even they paled

appeal. Keira's beauty was bold and striking, with none of the reserve typical of Creran

a fitted black suit, but he was so thin that it

suit only made his porcelain-pale skin stand

bangs partly obscured his eyes, and his hair was styled in a loose

his complexion almost sickly, which, along with his slight frame, made him look like a man who could be pushed over with

had barely pushed him, and he