My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

816 Chapter 815

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Amy tilted her head up, her eyes bright with excitement as she called out, "Daddy!"

Monbatten froze in place, staring down at the tiny girl. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"

"Daddy! You're Daddy!"

Her sweet, clear voice rang through the room, leaving Monbatten stunned.

Squatting down to her eye level, Monbatten suddenly chuckled. "How old are you, little one?"

Amy replied in her childish lilt, "Three!"

Keira, standing nearby, found herself at a loss for words, torn between laughter and frustration.

Amy had always been such a well-behaved child and had promised not to cause trouble on the way here. So why was she acting up now?

Keira stepped forward, a polite but apologetic smile on her face. "King Monbatten, I'm so sorry. This is my daughter. She's just teasing you."

Monbatten waved her off with an indulgent laugh. "No worries. She's adorable."

Then, with a wistful sigh, he added, "I wish I had a daughter as sweet as her."

Amy's face lit up as she pointed at herself. "Daddy, I am your daughter!"

Monbatten laughed again, though this time softer. "Alright, alright. You're my daughter."

He reached out to gently pat her head, his eyes growing tender.

for a child had

vigor. But by twenty-five, when he finally started longing for a family, the dream of fatherhood

family grew heavier by the day. After all, a king couldn't leave the throne without a successor, and Country A couldn't risk losing its future crown

found his gaze returning

large, sparkling eyes—like fresh grapes in the morning sun.

hair and turned to

on a little weight.

prepared. After Keira had taken her in, Amy's

people of an ethereal character from a classic novel—beautiful and yet

Keira glanced at Amy.

"Daddy," had been terribly improper, but the king's lack of irritation spoke volumes about Amy's

the same—no one, from the youngest to the eldest,

soft-spoken words, paired with those shy, pleading eyes, seemed

She was simply irresistible.

for his indifference toward

of longing for a child had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to strengthen their standing in

left him exasperated and weary of

Amy was different. From the moment he saw her, she had been utterly

Lewis. "Is she your daughter?

a look before Lewis nodded.

"She doesn't look

on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar

smile. "Why don't we move into

into the long banquet hall, where a beautifully set table

a high chair had been prepared for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and legs working hard as she pushed a

want to sit next

the bridge of

about to step in and carry Amy back, Monbatten stopped her with a laugh. "Let her. It'll be good practice for me, learning how to

turned to Amy with a warm smile. "What do you want