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.

had stumbled into a hotel, pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him.

something faint and

a masked woman stepped toward him. Her voice

held an irresistible

blurted out, "Are you sure about

"I am."

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

only twenty-five!

will," she said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable

him onto the bed,

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 not, don't bother

stung his pride, and so,

eyes—those eyes—he could never forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet

the countless women in his harem

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 in a

to

right. He did need

his drink and turned to his guard. "Do

replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe

out a dry laugh. "...Are there fairies in

say.

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

his trip to Crera was for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was to find

voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before him again, he would recognize