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.

woman trying to take advantage of him. His

room smelled of something faint and floral—rosewater,

stepped toward him. Her voice was soft and

an irresistible warmth and

blurted out, "Are

"I am."

fingers around his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she

only twenty-five! I

with quiet conviction, her

he could process her words, she pushed him onto the bed, her intentions leaving no room

soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you

words stung his pride, and so,

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

the countless women in

Crera to find her, but royal duties had kept him tied down. This year, the pressure to name an heir

came back to him: "You'll need

been right. He did need one

drink and turned to his

replied thoughtfully, "Witches?

laugh. "...Are there

say.

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

trip to Crera was for medical

voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before