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.

advantage of him.

of something faint and floral—rosewater,

woman stepped toward him. Her voice was soft and

held an irresistible

out, "Are

"I am."

tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room. "You need a

only twenty-five! I

will," she said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable

pushed him onto the bed, her intentions leaving no

a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me

pride, and

They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its

countless women in his harem

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

came back to him: "You'll

right. He did need

and turned to his guard. "Do you think Crera actually has witches? Women with mystical

thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you mean

let out a dry laugh. "...Are

shrugged. "Hard to say.

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

for medical treatment. Unofficially, it

into his memory, as vivid as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before him again, he would

had a child, it