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.

to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off to find an antidote,

something faint and

Her voice was

an

blurted out, "Are you sure about

"I am."

sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room. "You

twenty-five! I don't

with quiet conviction, her

onto the bed,

the haze of passion, he had tried to remove her mask. She stopped him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're meant to be. If

pride, and so, he never uncovered

They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own

the countless women in his

Crera to 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 were

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

had been right. He did

drink and turned to his guard. "Do you think

replied thoughtfully, "Witches?

laugh. "...Are there

guard shrugged. "Hard to say. After all,

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

medical treatment.

memory, as vivid as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before him