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.

into a hotel, pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had

room smelled of something faint

woman stepped toward him. Her voice was soft and captivating. "Do

an irresistible warmth

had blurted out, "Are you sure

"I am."

confidence as she led him deeper into the room. "You

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

with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable

him onto the bed,

a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're

stung his pride, and so,

eyes—those eyes—he could never forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own allure. That determination, as if she

countless women in his harem could

him tied down. This year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night,

to him: "You'll

He did need

his guard. "Do you

guard replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe you mean

dry laugh. "...Are there fairies

shrugged. "Hard to say. After all,

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

was for medical

as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood before him again, he

child, it could only