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?"

Amy tilted her

let out a rare

basic phrases, and Amy mimicked him with precision, drawing his amused

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

to Lewis, whispering, "How is

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

but you sure know how to pull strings. Did you know Amy would win over Monbatten like this?

Keira blinked. "What?"

Amy to meet guests before, and now

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

laugh more than ten times—a rare feat for a man notorious for his stern

pistachio and leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold. "You know, Amy

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

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 without a hint of

eyes met, both of them silently marveling at

might have the makings of a diplomat. If that's the

agreement,

seat with a big

momentarily caught off guard, then broke into yet another hearty laugh. Shaking her hand with exaggerated seriousness, he said, "Well, my dear little princess, it's been