My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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The guard stole another glance at Amy, his lips parting as if to speak but quickly shifting his gaze to Lewis and Keira.

Was this little girl really their child?

Better to stay quiet, he thought.

After dinner, Amy stuck close to Monbatten, shadowing him like a loyal sidekick. She sat quietly at his side, observing his conversations with the many guests. Unlike most kids her age, Amy didn't fidget or cause a fuss.

Monbatten glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. "Aren't you bored?"

Amy shook her head, her face lighting up. "Not at all!"

In fact, she was thrilled. She'd never been around so many adults, engaging in lively conversations. It was a refreshing change from the usual hushed meetings her parents kept her out of.

What fascinated her the most was Monbatten's distinct accent. Even though he spoke in Country A's language, Amy found she could understand him—thanks to the lessons her mom had given her as a child.

"You understand what we're saying?" Monbatten asked, visibly surprised.

Amy nodded eagerly. "Mom taught me when I was little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why would she teach you that?"

my dad someday." Amy tilted her head and smiled. "Daddy, will you teach me how

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phrases, and Amy mimicked him with precision,

the room, Keira and Lewis watched the exchange, their expressions a mix

closer to Lewis, whispering, "How is Monbatten getting along with

still staring at the pair. "I've

Jenkins sidled up beside them, grinning mischievously. "Not bad, Keira! You might not be great at networking, but you sure know how to pull strings. Did you know Amy would win over Monbatten like this? Is that

Keira blinked. "What?"

finger at her. "Oh, come on. You've never brought Amy to meet

was speechless. She wanted to protest, but her eyes drifted back

than an hour, Amy had managed to make him laugh more than ten times—a rare feat for

Erin cracked open a pistachio and leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold. "You know, Amy really does have a princess-like

long sigh. She had noticed. Every subtle gesture, every way Monbatten handled himself in conversation—Amy mirrored it effortlessly, as if she'd been studying

the little girl was engaging with guests as confidently as if she were Monbatten's own child. And she seemed to love listening to political discussions, nodding along intently

met, both of them silently marveling

"You know, Amy might have the makings

of agreement, still caught up in

with Monbatten, hopping off her seat with a big smile. She walked over to him, holding out

momentarily caught off guard, then broke into yet another hearty laugh. Shaking her hand with exaggerated