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?"

a smile, reached out to gently pat her head, then turned to Keira.

Keira was perplexed.

Jenkins and Erin

raised an eyebrow. "What's this

on his face. "Nothing, really. I just

group didn't know what to

for a moment but stayed

audibly and turned to look

Keira was dumbfounded.

she suddenly feel like everyone

stepped in decisively.

grabbed Keira's hand and led her

they were in the car, she asked,

glanced at her, his voice calm. "Your call.

eyebrow. "So… no plans? You

can't even bear to let

laugh. "What is this? Jealousy? Or are you just worried

to a flame—constantly orbiting you, like their lives depend on

"Sean has a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means he can only handle my

rest of them? Eating eight bowls of pasta in one

wrist

in martial arts, my master had me carrying buckets while doing horse stance.

said firmly. "That

smile. "Alright, I'll listen to

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the

up a bit. Keira opened the sunroof and windows, letting the breeze blow in and lift her hair.