My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Jenkins was utterly defeated.

She ignored everyone and retreated straight to her tiny room at the Olsen estate.

Despite her cover as Lion being blown, she wasn't treated any differently. Still, the accommodations didn't match the comfort Erin enjoyed in Charles's room—especially since Charles had voluntarily moved into the guestroom for her.

Jenkins sprawled on her bed, torn between crying and screaming.

So Clownfish had driven her away just to flex some control? As long as she left, everything was fine, and returning was perfectly okay?

For years, she had longed to see her friends in Country A but didn't dare visit, fearing she'd endanger them. Now, after everything, it turned out she'd been overthinking it.

She clenched her fists in frustration. Clownfish was maddening! Infuriating!

Grabbing her pillow, she pummeled it as if it were Clownfish's face. The occasional muffled yells from her room echoed faintly into the hall.

In the living room, Erin glanced at Keira, who was working on her laptop. "Should we, I don't know, try to console her? She sounds pretty crushed."

Keira didn't even look up. "Why bother? Peter's already standing outside her door."

brow. "But

right now is asking for trouble. Didn't you see the murderous look in her eyes earlier?" Keira

flickered across her face. She cracked open a bag of pistachios. "Honestly, if I were her, I'd lose it too. Clownfish hasn't changed a bit since we were kids—always messing with people for

paused her typing. "What does Clownfish even look like

We were three years old! How's anyone supposed to know how they'd turn out? People change

only deepened. She wanted as much information as possible about Clownfish. Her current position was

placed Clownfish

were kids?" Keira

I remember Clownfish's parents being kind of eccentric. Clownfish hated going home. And yeah, she was a weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all

kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all kinds of creepy crawlies to school. Once, she put a

Keira blinked. "A rat?"

how soft she is—totally the type to freak out over stuff

This wasn't just a mischievous child;

"And?" Keira prompted.

all I remember. It's not like my memory is flawless, especially for stuff from when I was three. Even with the South family's knack for

thought. It made sense. People tended to vividly recall their own painful experiences while easily forgetting others'. And at that age, details