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

health and vigor. But by twenty-five, when he finally started longing for a

heavier by the day. After all, a king couldn't leave the throne without a successor, and Country

his gaze returning to

eyes—like fresh grapes in the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face and pointed chin tugged at his

her hair and turned to Keira. "Why is she

on a little weight. She's

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

often reminded people of an ethereal character

Keira glanced at Amy.

one's sudden outburst, calling Monbatten "Daddy," had been terribly improper, but the king's lack

it was the same—no one, from the youngest to the eldest, could

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

She was simply irresistible.

for his indifference toward children, was clearly taken

sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted

exasperated and weary of children

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

glanced at Keira and Lewis. "Is she your daughter? She's

before Lewis nodded. "Yes,

doesn't look

kept his eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There

"Why don't we

banquet hall, where a

the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and