My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

The guard stole another glance at Amy, his lips parting as if to speak but quickly shifting his gaze to Lewis and Keira.

Was this little girl really their child?

Better to stay quiet, he thought.

After dinner, Amy stuck close to Monbatten, shadowing him like a loyal sidekick. She sat quietly at his side, observing his conversations with the many guests. Unlike most kids her age, Amy didn't fidget or cause a fuss.

Monbatten glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. "Aren't you bored?"

Amy shook her head, her face lighting up. "Not at all!"

In fact, she was thrilled. She'd never been around so many adults, engaging in lively conversations. It was a refreshing change from the usual hushed meetings her parents kept her out of.

What fascinated her the most was Monbatten's distinct accent. Even though he spoke in Country A's language, Amy found she could understand him—thanks to the lessons her mom had given her as a child.

"You understand what we're saying?" Monbatten asked, visibly surprised.

Amy nodded eagerly. "Mom taught me when I was little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why would she teach you that?"

need it to talk to my dad someday." Amy tilted her head and smiled. "Daddy, will you teach me how to speak

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began teaching her a few basic phrases, and Amy mimicked

the exchange, their expressions a mix

closer to Lewis, whispering, "How is Monbatten getting along

staring at the pair. "I've been wondering

then, Jenkins sidled up beside them, grinning mischievously. "Not bad, Keira! You might not be great at networking, but you sure know how to pull strings.

Keira blinked. "What?"

"Oh, come on. You've never brought Amy

wanted to protest, but her eyes drifted back to

managed to make him laugh more than ten times—a rare feat for a man notorious for his stern

pistachio and leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold. "You know, Amy really

long sigh. She had noticed. Every subtle gesture, every way Monbatten handled himself in conversation—Amy mirrored it effortlessly, as if she'd been studying

as if she were Monbatten's own child. And she seemed to love listening to political discussions, nodding along intently without

glanced at Lewis again, and their eyes met, both of them silently marveling at their daughter's uncanny knack for

"You know, Amy might have the makings of a diplomat. If that's the case, Ryan could help mentor

gave him a nod of agreement,

chat with Monbatten, hopping off her seat with