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.

"Why does this pretty lady with a ponytail want me to call

out to gently pat her head, then turned to

Keira was perplexed.

Jenkins

raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe I could stick around for

know what

for a moment but

hand, swallowed audibly and turned to look

Keira was dumbfounded.

feel like everyone thought she was their personal

could respond, Lewis stepped in decisively.

Keira's hand

lot, and once they were in the car, she asked, "Where are we going?

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

eyebrow. "So… no plans? You just made that

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

is this? Jealousy? Or are you

moths to a flame—constantly orbiting you, like their lives depend

a legitimate excuse—his eating disorder means he can only handle my cooking. I can't

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

rubbed her wrist gently. "I don't want you overworking

her hand with a smirk. "Back when I trained in martial arts, my master had

"That was

was, Keira nodded with a playful smile. "Alright, I'll listen

Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

glided onto the road, the two

had warmed up a bit. Keira opened the