My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Lewis shot Sean a sharp look, his brows knitting in clear displeasure. A wave of tension swept over him.

Keira studied Sean thoughtfully. With his good looks, she'd definitely remember if she'd seen him before.

Just as she was thinking, Sean spoke up, "Fragrance Hall, Room 5."

Keira's eyes widened, surprise clear on her face. She looked Sean up and down before letting go of his arm.

The moment she released him, Sean coughed a bit, and Lewis reluctantly let go of Sean's guard, who rushed over to his boss. "Are you okay, sir?"

Sean waved him off, exhausted, and sank into the sofa.

Lewis turned to Keira, puzzled. "You know him?"

Keira looked Sean over again. "Are you…the 'Church' from Room 5?"

eyes lit up, and he gave a small

anything, but Lewis cleared his throat,

assistant launched into an enthusiastic explanation. "Our boss here has had a rare eating disorder since childhood. He doesn't enjoy eating anything, so he's always been terribly underweight. Five years ago, he came across this special chef in Oceanion at Fragrance Hall who made a meal he could actually eat. Finally, he found food he could keep down! Since then, he's traveled weekly to eat there, slowly gaining some weight. He even managed to get up to 120

thing. Then we learned, sadly,

we decided to come here and see if there were any leftover recipes, some magical ingredient or something that Mrs. Horton left behind. Then we heard Mr. Horton was so deeply in love he didn't even believe she was really gone, and instead of returning to Oceanion, he'd moved here to

staying. We only got a hint when some incident at the Horton family estate hit the news. Then we saw you, Ms. Olsen, and heard of the engagement to Keera Olsen. The name

breath, glanced at Keira, and said, "Ms. Olsen, I'm sorry for the intrusion,

proper meal in four months. If this keeps up, I won't last much longer. I just need you to confirm it's you…and, well, ask for just one

young master! These past months, he's dropped back down to barely a hundred pounds. Look at him—he's skin and bones, like he could be swept away by

Keira studied Sean carefully.

Eventually, that turned into a tradition. Word got out, and her cooking became wildly popular, especially since she only prepared two meals a week. One was reserved for

so thin, she couldn't believe he was even standing. The face now before her, though still thin,

cough. "You mean to tell me…

Olsen, I was inspired by you! It was your cooking that gave me a second chance at life.