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.

a child had been a quiet ache

vigor. But by twenty-five,

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 crown

found his gaze

grapes in the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face and pointed chin tugged

over her hair and

actually put on a little weight. She's

poorly prepared. After Keira had taken her in, Amy's diet improved, but

fragile frame often reminded people of an ethereal character

Keira glanced at Amy.

outburst, calling Monbatten "Daddy," had been terribly improper,

one, from the youngest to the eldest, could

pleading eyes, seemed to silently beg: Please love

She was simply irresistible.

his indifference toward children, was clearly taken

longing for a child had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to

exasperated and weary

Amy was different. From the moment he saw her, she had been utterly

Lewis.

before Lewis nodded. "Yes,

doesn't look

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

"Why don't

the long banquet hall, where a beautifully set

ignored it, her tiny arms and legs working hard as