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.

unsolicited offer, he had stumbled into a hotel, pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off to find an antidote, leaving him

room smelled of something

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

an irresistible

out, "Are you sure about

"I am."

sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room.

twenty-five! I don't

she said with quiet conviction, her

onto

stopped him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by

words stung his pride, and so, he never uncovered her

forget. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen in anyone else. That warmth,

even the countless women

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

came back to him: "You'll need a

had been right. He did need

deep sip of his drink and turned to his guard. "Do

"Witches? Maybe you

let out a dry laugh. "...Are

shrugged. "Hard to say. After all,

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

for medical

that night.

he had a child, it