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 gone off to find an antidote, leaving him to wander aimlessly until he

of something faint and floral—rosewater,

Her voice was

an irresistible warmth and

had blurted out, "Are you sure

"I am."

as she led him deeper into the room. "You need a child,

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

conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable

him onto the bed, her intentions

mask. She stopped him with a soft laugh. "Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're

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

ever seen in anyone else. That warmth, so embracing yet unaware of its own allure. That determination, as

even the countless women in his harem

year, the pressure to name an heir had become unbearable. Five years had passed since that night, and he still had no children.

to him:

had been right. He did need

turned to his guard. "Do you think Crera actually has

replied thoughtfully, "Witches?

dry laugh.

shrugged. "Hard to say. After all, science has

Monbatten chuckled despite himself.

for medical treatment. Unofficially, it was to

his memory, as vivid as her voice that night. He was certain—if she stood

had a child,