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?"

up, and he gave

say anything, but Lewis cleared his throat, wanting answers. "Who

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

a thing. Then we learned, sadly, that the chef, Mrs. Horton…had passed away four months

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 Clance. We guessed that if he'd left everything behind, someone must be here who meant a lot

we saw you, Ms. Olsen, and heard of the engagement to Keera Olsen. The name Keera sounds

the assistant hid behind Sean, looking nervous. Sean took a deep breath, glanced at Keira,

and continued, "I haven't had a proper meal in four months. If this keeps up, I won't last

down to barely a hundred pounds. Look at him—he's skin and bones, like he could

Keira studied Sean carefully.

she did recall a certain "Church" who used to book that room, paying a small fortune each week for a single meal. She'd even made a point to cook for him herself despite her busy schedule. Eventually, that turned into a tradition. Word got out, and

was even standing. The face now before her, though still thin,

transformation, Lewis stepped between them with a loud cough. "You mean to tell me… you went through all this trouble just for

Olsen, I was inspired by you! It was your cooking that gave