My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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As soon as the call went through, the other party hung

Then a message arrived. “Don’t call. My child has just fallen asleep.”

Keira was perplexed.

A child?

She was a bit confused.

She had thought the person setting her up must be someone with dark and calculating thoughts, definitely harboring some scheme, but now a child suddenly popped up?

And in her mind, an image of a flustered woman appeared…

She replied to the message. “Who are you?”

The response came quickly. “Keira, I’m only looking out for your best interest. Listen to me, don’t you ever get a divorce! Only Lewis can protect you!”

Keira frowned.

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Protection?

She had been in Oceanion for many years, indeed bullied badly by Poppy Hill, but it wasn’t to the extent that she needed protection, right?

She replied to the message. “I don’t need anyone’s

protection.”

The other party replied again. “No, you do. You just don’t know it yet. Keira, I won’t hurt you. You have to believe me! I only have good intentions for you!”

Good intentions…

Keira thought carefully. The matter of marrying Lewis had been approved by old Mrs. Horton, so it didn’t bring her any losses.

On the contrary, for any normal person, marrying someone like Lewis of the top family would indeed a stroke of incredible luck.

She wrote, “Tell me who you are.”

The person replied, “I can’t tell you.”

Keira started to press for answers. “Then tell me, how do you know that I’m actually Mrs. Olsen’s daughter? If vou knew why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

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This person photoshopped a picture a few years back, informed old Mrs. Horton that Mrs. Olsen was her

mother, and made old Mrs. Horton remember these

words.

But how could she know something even Keira herself

wasn’t sure about?

“The later you

Keira was confused.

incredibly perplexed.

direct reply to the message. “If you can’t

tomorrow.”

do I need to do

believe me?”

did it seem as though the one who conspired to marry

like she was the

continued to message the person. “How did you

get the marriage certificate

L

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was in the lab, so she couldn’t possibly have been there to get the certificate, and afterward, she had said so to old

marriage was definitely

there was a photo…

nowadays, so could there be an

was a bit confused at the moment.

clearly in a text message. But I’m begging you, you have

eerie feeling.

you” and was clea in a state of desperation.

opportunity to pressure the person. “I forgot to bring my marriage certificate today, but tomorrow I have arranged to get a divorce with Lewis at the courthouse.”

party wrote. “Why can’t you just believe me?

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harm anyone… Keira, please don’t get a

stared at her phone. “If you don’t explain

pondering over something. After a full five minutes, they seemed to finally make up their

Keira frowned.

Tomorrow morning…

in a hurry, but they wouldn’t come over immediately. Instead, they had to

Oceanion?

for a moment and then replied, “Wha time?

also had a farewell

uncle!

by eleven, and I’ll contact you then. Don’t

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the morning no matter what! You

Keira replied, “Okay.”

phone, she couldn’t

balcony and gazing into the distance, she felt as though something was drawing nearer and nearer to her… Perhaps

the secret be?

she mused, a noise came from behind her.

bed, take

her shoulders.

enveloped her, also warming her

heart a little.

“Mom, why haven’t you gone to

a bed with my daughter for the first time,” Mrs. Olsen looked at her. “Keira, do you really have the heart to go through

the divorce?”

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fell silent for a moment. “I don’t.”

such a firm answer and suddenly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Keira, and resting

shoulder.

but also bitter. If

this, Keira’s nose

her heart seemed uncontrollable, overflowing

wanting to say something, but the moment

tears began to roll down.