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.

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

something faint

voice was soft and

an irresistible

"Are you sure

"I am."

of sultry confidence as she led

protested, "I'm only twenty-five! I

said with quiet conviction,

words, she pushed him onto the bed, her intentions

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

and so, he

else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own

even the countless women in

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

back to him:

He did need

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

"Witches? Maybe you mean

let out a dry laugh. "...Are

"Hard to say. After all,

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was

voice that night.

a child, it could only be