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.

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

room smelled of something faint and

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

held an

out, "Are

"I am."

around his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room. "You need a child,

he protested, "I'm only twenty-five! I

with quiet conviction, her

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

"Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're meant to be. If not, don't bother

words stung his pride, and so, he never uncovered

That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of

countless women

down. This year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night,

came back to

had been right. He did need

took a deep sip of his drink and turned to his guard.

replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you

out a dry laugh. "...Are there

guard shrugged. "Hard to say. After all, science has

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

was for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was

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