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.

take advantage of him. His guard had

of something

toward him. Her voice

an irresistible warmth

out, "Are you sure

"I am."

his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the

"I'm only twenty-five! I

she said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with

her words, she pushed him onto

with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're meant to be. If not, don't bother looking

his pride, and so, he never uncovered

seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own allure. That determination, as if she had burned every bridge behind

women in

tied down. This year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night, and he still had no children. The advisors were in

to

He did

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

replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe

dry laugh. "...Are there fairies

to say. After all, science

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

was for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was to find

as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood

a child,