My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

820 Chapter 819

Sean froze at those words, instinctively glancing at Amy.

For some reason, a strange thought crept into his mind.

He asked directly, "That woman—have you seen what she looks like?"

"Of course."

Monbatten raised a curious brow. "How could I not know what she looks like?"

Sean blinked, slightly taken aback. "Oh, never mind, then."

If he knew what she looked like, then it couldn't be Amy's mom.

He had successfully dodged the truth.

After chatting with Monbatten for a bit longer, Sean excused himself to mingle with other guests. The moment he walked away, the guard standing behind Monbatten couldn't hold back. "Your Majesty, wasn't that woman back then wearing a—"

Monbatten cut him off with a sharp look. "Even so, there were those eyes. If I saw them again, I'd recognize them instantly. They were... warm yet resolute."

The guard quickly fell silent, never daring to question his king.

Monbatten's jaw tightened as his gaze drifted off.

Back then, a much younger Monbatten had visited Crera for the first time. He was already engaged, his bride chosen, but at only twenty-five, he had no interest in marriage or children, so he'd delayed the wedding.

While in Crera, he had ventured out with just one guard. A night out at a bar took an unexpected turn.

pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off

smelled of something faint

a masked woman stepped toward him. Her voice was soft and captivating.

an irresistible warmth and

had blurted out, "Are

"I am."

her fingers around his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as

he protested, "I'm only twenty-five! I don't

she said with quiet conviction, her

him onto the bed, her

She stopped him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're meant to

and so, he never uncovered

eyes—he could never forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of

countless women in his harem

find her, but royal duties had kept him tied down. This year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years

to him:

He did

of his drink and turned to his guard. "Do you think Crera

thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you mean

out a dry laugh. "...Are there fairies

guard shrugged. "Hard to say. After

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

his trip to Crera was for medical

as vivid as her voice that

child, it could only be