My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Sean finished his sentence, then turned with a smile to look at Keira.

Keira didn't know what to say.

Lately, the man looked healthier, with a bit more fullness to his face, which somehow made him even more striking than when she'd first seen him at the Olsen residence.

When he smiled like that, it was like the first warm breeze of spring.

Keira couldn't help but smile back.

At this moment, Lewis cut in, his tone sharp. "Thanks, Mr. Church. When's the party? My wife and I would be honored to drop by."

Keira fell silent.

The jealousy was practically dripping.

This man was always jealous. Anywhere, anytime.

Sean didn't seem to notice Lewis's tone. He smiled and replied, "Three days from now."

Then, he glanced at Amy, waving gently. "What a cute little girl! Is she your sister's child?"

Amy still looked a little shy, her small, heart-shaped face endearing with its wide, almond-shaped eyes that curved like crescent moons when she smiled.

Hearing Sean's question, she gave him a sweet grin. "Hi, pretty sister."

Sean paused, then let out a chuckle. "Actually, I'm a pretty brother—or no, an uncle to you, technically. Calling me 'sister' makes me feel like I've skipped a whole generation."

Amy blinked at him, clearly confused.

pretty lady with a ponytail want

his head with a smile, reached out to gently pat her head, then turned to Keira. "Miss Olsen, are you free for lunch

Keira was perplexed.

answer, Jenkins and Erin stepped

raised an eyebrow. "What's

sheepish look on his face. "Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe I could stick around

know what to

thought for a moment but

audibly and turned to look at

Keira was dumbfounded.

everyone thought she was their

Lewis stepped in decisively. "We're busy.

he grabbed Keira's hand

were in the car,

calm. "Your call. We

"So… no plans? You just

I mean, I can't even bear to let

Jealousy? Or are you

muttered, his face darkening. "They're like moths to a flame—constantly orbiting you, like their lives depend on

eating disorder means he can only handle my cooking. I can't exactly let him

them? Eating eight bowls of pasta in one sitting—do they not care about

and rubbed her wrist gently. "I don't

her hand with a smirk. "Back when I trained in martial arts, my master had me carrying buckets while doing horse

Lewis said firmly. "That

with a playful smile. "Alright, I'll listen to

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the

up a bit. Keira opened the