My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Sean finished his sentence, then turned with a smile to look at Keira.

Keira didn't know what to say.

Lately, the man looked healthier, with a bit more fullness to his face, which somehow made him even more striking than when she'd first seen him at the Olsen residence.

When he smiled like that, it was like the first warm breeze of spring.

Keira couldn't help but smile back.

At this moment, Lewis cut in, his tone sharp. "Thanks, Mr. Church. When's the party? My wife and I would be honored to drop by."

Keira fell silent.

The jealousy was practically dripping.

This man was always jealous. Anywhere, anytime.

Sean didn't seem to notice Lewis's tone. He smiled and replied, "Three days from now."

Then, he glanced at Amy, waving gently. "What a cute little girl! Is she your sister's child?"

Amy still looked a little shy, her small, heart-shaped face endearing with its wide, almond-shaped eyes that curved like crescent moons when she smiled.

Hearing Sean's question, she gave him a sweet grin. "Hi, pretty sister."

Sean paused, then let out a chuckle. "Actually, I'm a pretty brother—or no, an uncle to you, technically. Calling me 'sister' makes me feel like I've skipped a whole generation."

Amy blinked at him, clearly confused.

Her innocent, wide-eyed gaze seemed to ask, "Why does this pretty lady with a ponytail want me to call her Uncle?"

smile, reached out to gently pat her head, then turned to Keira. "Miss Olsen, are you free for lunch

Keira was perplexed.

answer, Jenkins and

raised an eyebrow. "What's this

his face. "Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe

group didn't know

for a

swallowed audibly and

Keira was dumbfounded.

feel like everyone

stepped

he grabbed Keira's hand

and once they were in the car, she asked, "Where are we

his voice calm. "Your call. We haven't

eyebrow. "So… no plans? You

you cooking for them. I mean, I can't even bear to let

a laugh. "What is this? Jealousy? Or

muttered, his face darkening. "They're like moths to a flame—constantly orbiting you, like their

disorder means he can only handle my cooking.

"But what about the rest of them? Eating eight bowls of pasta in one sitting—do they not care

reached over and rubbed her wrist gently. "I don't want you

arts, my master had me carrying

"That

smile. "Alright, I'll listen to you. From now

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the road, the

up a bit. Keira opened the sunroof and windows, letting