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.

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

room smelled of something faint and floral—rosewater,

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

an irresistible warmth and

had blurted out, "Are you sure about

"I am."

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

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

with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable

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

laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're

stung his pride, and so, he never uncovered her

eyes—he 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 bridge

countless women

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 were

back to him: "You'll need

He did need

took a deep sip of his drink and turned to his guard. "Do you think Crera actually has witches?

"Witches?

laugh. "...Are there fairies in

say. After all, science has its

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

for medical treatment.

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