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?"

her head, then turned to Keira. "Miss Olsen,

Keira was perplexed.

could answer, Jenkins and Erin stepped

eyebrow. "What's

really. I just figured, since I'm already

didn't know what to

thought for a moment but

and

Keira was dumbfounded.

did she suddenly feel like everyone thought

she could respond, Lewis stepped

grabbed Keira's

they were in the car, she asked, "Where are

glanced at her, his voice calm. "Your call. We haven't been

"So… no plans?

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

is this? Jealousy? Or are you just worried about

Lewis muttered, his face darkening. "They're like moths to a flame—constantly orbiting you, like their lives depend on it. Don't they have their own stuff to

harder. "Sean has a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means he can only handle my cooking. I can't exactly let

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

her wrist gently. "I don't

a smirk. "Back when I trained in martial arts, my master had me carrying buckets while doing horse

firmly. "That was

a playful smile. "Alright, I'll listen to

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the road, the two of them driving aimlessly

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