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.

away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off to find an antidote, leaving him to wander aimlessly

smelled of something faint and

masked woman stepped toward him. Her voice was

eyes held an irresistible warmth and

out, "Are you sure

"I am."

her movements full of sultry confidence as she led him

protested, "I'm only twenty-five! I don't need a

said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an

her words, she pushed him onto the bed,

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

stung his pride, and

could never forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own allure. That determination, as if she had burned every

the countless women in his harem could

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

words came back to

He did need one

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

guard replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you

dry laugh. "...Are

"Hard to say. After all, science has its

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

to Crera was for medical treatment. Unofficially,

were burned into his memory, as vivid as her voice that night. He