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?"

it to talk to my dad someday." Amy tilted her head and smiled. "Daddy, will

a rare chuckle.

her a few basic phrases, and Amy mimicked

Lewis watched the exchange, their expressions a mix of disbelief

is Monbatten getting

still staring at the pair. "I've been wondering the same

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 why you brought her

Keira blinked. "What?"

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

wanted to protest, but her eyes drifted back

Amy had managed to make him laugh more than ten times—a rare feat

"You know, Amy really does have

let out a long sigh. She had noticed. Every subtle gesture, every way Monbatten handled himself in conversation—Amy mirrored

engaging with guests as confidently as if she were Monbatten's own child. And she seemed to love listening to

and their eyes met, both of them silently marveling at their daughter's uncanny knack for this

have the

gave him a nod of agreement, still caught up in

hopping off her seat with a big smile. She walked over to

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