My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Sean sighed, looking at Lewis with a calm, almost genteel expression. "Mr. Horton, I get it, truly. I know this might annoy you, but I really, truly am just here for a meal."

He then turned to Keira. "Ms. Olsen, if I had any other intentions, I would have pursued you back in Oceanion. Besides, I've gone from being an eighty-pound skeleton to a whole 120 pounds because of your cooking—you should know me better than anyone."

Keira blinked. "I… practically raised him."

The way he put it sounded odd to her somehow. She frowned, considering. "Once a week, like before. Just like Oceanion. But, I'll be heading out of town soon, so I may not have time to cook."

Sean's assistant jumped in, "Ms. Olsen, are you going somewhere? We could tag along! Without you, our young master will starve to death!"

Keira raised an eyebrow.

Lewis scowled, not liking the way this sounded one bit. A strange tension settled in his chest. He had a little sense of urgency here.

all, was practically monk-like and

back to Sean. "Couldn't your family send a chef to

they follow your methods

him a calm

Of course, you're not a dog, sir. Your

is an imposition. How about this: if you ever need anything, I'm

immediately chirped in, "Ms. Olsen, that's a big promise. Our young master here is known to be the smartest man alive! Genius-level IQ. It's said that if it weren't for his illness, he'd have

with a pointed cough. "Maybe talk

zipped it, looking sheepish. Sean met Keira's eyes. "But he's not wrong. You saved my life. If there's ever anything you need,

gave a small

like he wanted to bow in gratitude, but the moment he rose,

with concern. "You look half-starved. I'll go make