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.

Keira was perplexed.

could answer, Jenkins and Erin stepped

an eyebrow. "What's

"Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe I could stick around for

know what to

thought for a

and turned to

Keira was dumbfounded.

suddenly feel like everyone

Lewis stepped

he grabbed Keira's hand and

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

"Your call. We haven't been on a

an eyebrow. "So… no

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

Jealousy? Or are you

you, like their lives depend on it.

even harder. "Sean has a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means

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

and rubbed her wrist gently. "I don't

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

"That was exercise.

smile. "Alright, I'll

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

onto the road, the two of

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