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.

by a stranger's unsolicited offer, he had stumbled into a hotel, pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off to find

smelled of something

him. Her voice

eyes held an irresistible

out, "Are you

"I am."

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

twenty-five! I don't

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

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

to remove her mask. She stopped him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes,

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

the countless women in his

but royal duties had kept him tied down. This year, the pressure to name

back to him: "You'll need a

had been right. He did need one

his drink and turned to his guard.

replied thoughtfully, "Witches?

laugh. "...Are

guard shrugged. "Hard to say.

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

to Crera was for medical treatment. Unofficially, it

as her voice that night. He was