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 to find an antidote, leaving him to wander aimlessly until he mistakenly

something faint

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

eyes held an irresistible warmth

had blurted out, "Are you sure

"I am."

full of sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room.

only twenty-five!

said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an

onto the bed, her intentions leaving no room

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

stung his pride, and so, he never uncovered her

warmth, so embracing yet unaware

even the countless women in his

year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night, and

came back to him: "You'll need

right. He did

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

guard replied thoughtfully, "Witches? Maybe

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

shrugged. "Hard to say. After

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

medical treatment. Unofficially, it was to

that night. He was certain—if she stood before him again,

child, it