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?"

his head with 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

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

know what to

thought for a moment

audibly and turned to look at Keira,

Keira was dumbfounded.

everyone thought she was

stepped in decisively. "We're busy.

that, he grabbed Keira's hand and

they were in the car, she asked, "Where are we going?

"Your call. We

an eyebrow. "So… no plans? You

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

"What is this? Jealousy? Or are

orbiting you, like their lives depend on it.

means he can only handle my cooking. I

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

rubbed her wrist gently. "I don't

I trained in martial arts, my master had me carrying buckets

firmly. "That was exercise. This is

adamant he was, Keira nodded with a playful smile. "Alright, I'll listen to you. From now on,

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

glided onto the road, the two of them driving aimlessly through

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