My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Amy tilted her head up, her eyes bright with excitement as she called out, "Daddy!"

Monbatten froze in place, staring down at the tiny girl. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"

"Daddy! You're Daddy!"

Her sweet, clear voice rang through the room, leaving Monbatten stunned.

Squatting down to her eye level, Monbatten suddenly chuckled. "How old are you, little one?"

Amy replied in her childish lilt, "Three!"

Keira, standing nearby, found herself at a loss for words, torn between laughter and frustration.

Amy had always been such a well-behaved child and had promised not to cause trouble on the way here. So why was she acting up now?

Keira stepped forward, a polite but apologetic smile on her face. "King Monbatten, I'm so sorry. This is my daughter. She's just teasing you."

Monbatten waved her off with an indulgent laugh. "No worries. She's adorable."

Then, with a wistful sigh, he added, "I wish I had a daughter as sweet as her."

Amy's face lit up as she pointed at herself. "Daddy, I am your daughter!"

Monbatten laughed again, though this time softer. "Alright, alright. You're my daughter."

He reached out to gently pat her head, his eyes growing tender.

now, the desire for a child had been a quiet ache in

by

succession loomed. Without an heir, the pressure to adopt or designate one from the extended family grew heavier by the day. After all, a king couldn't leave the throne without a successor, and Country A couldn't risk losing its future

found his gaze returning

the morning sun. Her small,

and turned to

"She's actually put on a

or poorly prepared. After Keira had taken her in, Amy's

often reminded people of an ethereal

Keira glanced at Amy.

had been terribly improper, but the king's lack of irritation

was the same—no one, from the

paired with those shy, pleading eyes, seemed to silently beg: Please

She was simply irresistible.

for his indifference toward children, was clearly taken with

had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to strengthen their standing in

left him exasperated and weary of children in

Amy was different. From the moment he saw her,

at Keira and Lewis. "Is she

exchanged a look before Lewis

"She doesn't look much like

eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar about her,

"Why

filed into the long banquet hall, where

been prepared for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and