My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Sean froze at those words, instinctively glancing at Amy.

For some reason, a strange thought crept into his mind.

He asked directly, "That woman—have you seen what she looks like?"

"Of course."

Monbatten raised a curious brow. "How could I not know what she looks like?"

Sean blinked, slightly taken aback. "Oh, never mind, then."

If he knew what she looked like, then it couldn't be Amy's mom.

He had successfully dodged the truth.

After chatting with Monbatten for a bit longer, Sean excused himself to mingle with other guests. The moment he walked away, the guard standing behind Monbatten couldn't hold back. "Your Majesty, wasn't that woman back then wearing a—"

Monbatten cut him off with a sharp look. "Even so, there were those eyes. If I saw them again, I'd recognize them instantly. They were... warm yet resolute."

The guard quickly fell silent, never daring to question his king.

Monbatten's jaw tightened as his gaze drifted off.

Back then, a much younger Monbatten had visited Crera for the first time. He was already engaged, his bride chosen, but at only twenty-five, he had no interest in marriage or children, so he'd delayed the wedding.

While in Crera, he had ventured out with just one guard. A night out at a bar took an unexpected turn.

him. His guard had gone off to find an antidote, leaving him to wander aimlessly

room smelled of something faint

him. Her voice was soft and captivating. "Do you need

held an irresistible

blurted out, "Are

"I am."

as she led him deeper into the room.

twenty-five! I don't need

she said with quiet conviction, her eyes

he could process her words, she pushed him onto the bed, her

him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me

his pride, and so,

her eyes—those eyes—he could never forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth,

the countless women in his harem could

find her, but royal duties had kept him tied down. This year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night, and he still had no children. The advisors

words came back to him: "You'll need a

had been right. He did need one

of his drink and turned to his guard. "Do you think Crera actually has

thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you mean

out a dry laugh. "...Are there fairies

shrugged. "Hard to say.

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

his trip to Crera was for medical treatment. Unofficially,

were burned into his memory, as vivid as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before him again, he would