My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Charles cracked open his door just a bit, watching as a sneaky figure slipped into the guest room next door.

Wait—wasn't that Peter?

Groggy and confused, Charles wondered what Peter was doing, sneaking into the guest room instead of staying in his own.

Curious, he stepped closer, pressing his ear to the door. Voices trickled through.

A girl's surprised gasp: "Peter, what are you doing?"

It was Jenkins.

Then came Peter's low, creepy chuckle. "What do you think I'm doing in the middle of the night? Jenkins, we're together now—no need to tiptoe around anymore…"

Jenkins sounded alarmed. "No, wait, I—"

Her protest was quickly muffled, followed by a soft thud as if someone had been tossed onto the bed.

Peter released her, and Jenkins spoke up again, sounding indignant. "This is the Olsen house, Peter! You're not scared at all? What if someone catches us?"

"You're my girlfriend. Why does it matter if anyone finds out? Besides, this isn't the first time…we've already done it at your place, remember?"

"Stop—don't say that…"

From the sound of it, she was embarrassed and had covered his mouth.

But Peter, emboldened, clearly wasn't about to hold back now.

weren't for

as he quickly straightened up. He'd suspected something between Peter and Jenkins, but knowing they'd

beside him broke his thoughts. "Peter sure has

gave a little nod, barely realizing he'd

Oh, he definitely did.

room had thinner walls than theirs, and now, the noise level from inside made it

as he was about to turn away, he suddenly

back a few steps, stammering, "What…what

her ear to the door, listening with wide-eyed fascination. "How far along do you think

"What's with

just shrugged. "It's a normal, healthy thing. What's there to be

him more closely. "Or don't you

turned even redder. Growing up abroad, Erin had

when it came to

devoted himself to science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond that? This was a whole new

her by the shoulders and gently pushed her

was looking for you. Don't you really have

but he tried to keep his tone steady. "We're not there yet! Maybe when you turn

nineteen. He was right; she was still

disappointment. "Alright. Then for my twentieth birthday, maybe we can

really don't know when

face was almost glowing, and he could barely look at her. "How are

her around, pushing her into his room before she could