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?"

pat her head, then turned to Keira. "Miss Olsen, are you

Keira was perplexed.

could answer, Jenkins and Erin

raised an eyebrow.

really. I just

didn't know what

for a moment

hand, swallowed audibly and turned to look

Keira was dumbfounded.

did she suddenly feel like everyone thought she was

she could respond, Lewis stepped in decisively. "We're

Keira's hand and led her

parking lot, and once they were in the car, she asked, "Where are we going? What's

at her, his voice calm. "Your call.

raised an eyebrow. "So… no plans? You just

I can't even bear to let you do that, and they act like it's no big

Jealousy? Or

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

a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means

a pass," Lewis grumbled. "But what about the rest of them? Eating eight bowls

wrist gently. "I don't want you

a smirk. "Back when I trained in martial arts, my master

Lewis said firmly. "That was exercise. This

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

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the two

the sunroof and windows, letting the breeze blow in