My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

812 Chapter 811

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.

innocent, wide-eyed gaze seemed to ask, "Why does this pretty lady with a

his head with a smile, reached out to gently pat her head,

Keira was perplexed.

answer, Jenkins

raised an eyebrow. "What's

lowered his gaze, a sheepish look on his face. "Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe

group didn't know what to

for a

and

Keira was dumbfounded.

feel like everyone

respond, Lewis stepped in

he grabbed Keira's hand and led

parking lot, and once they were in the car, she asked,

calm. "Your call. We haven't been on a date in

an eyebrow. "So… no plans?

for them. I mean, I can't even bear to let you do that, and they

Jealousy? Or are you just

flame—constantly orbiting you, like their lives

even harder. "Sean has a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means he can only handle my cooking. I can't exactly let him

he gets a pass," Lewis grumbled. "But what about the rest of them? Eating eight bowls

and rubbed her wrist

arts, my master

Lewis said firmly. "That was exercise. This

nodded with a playful smile. "Alright,

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

the two of

today had warmed up a bit. Keira opened the sunroof and windows, letting the breeze blow in and