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.

woman trying to take advantage of him. His

room smelled of something

him. Her voice was soft and captivating. "Do you

eyes held an irresistible warmth and

blurted out, "Are you

"I am."

his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she led

twenty-five!

with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with

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

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 not, don't

pride, and so, he never

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

the countless women in

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

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

He

drink and turned to his guard.

"Witches? Maybe

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

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

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

to Crera was for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was

her voice that night. He