My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Jenkins was utterly defeated.

She ignored everyone and retreated straight to her tiny room at the Olsen estate.

Despite her cover as Lion being blown, she wasn't treated any differently. Still, the accommodations didn't match the comfort Erin enjoyed in Charles's room—especially since Charles had voluntarily moved into the guestroom for her.

Jenkins sprawled on her bed, torn between crying and screaming.

So Clownfish had driven her away just to flex some control? As long as she left, everything was fine, and returning was perfectly okay?

For years, she had longed to see her friends in Country A but didn't dare visit, fearing she'd endanger them. Now, after everything, it turned out she'd been overthinking it.

She clenched her fists in frustration. Clownfish was maddening! Infuriating!

Grabbing her pillow, she pummeled it as if it were Clownfish's face. The occasional muffled yells from her room echoed faintly into the hall.

In the living room, Erin glanced at Keira, who was working on her laptop. "Should we, I don't know, try to console her? She sounds pretty crushed."

up. "Why bother? Peter's already standing outside

raised a brow. "But he hasn't

who tries right now is asking for trouble. Didn't you see the murderous

mischievously, though sympathy flickered across her face. She cracked open a bag of pistachios. "Honestly, if I were her, I'd lose it too. Clownfish hasn't changed a bit since we were kids—always messing with

does

anyone supposed to know how they'd

her curiosity only deepened. She wanted as much information as possible about Clownfish. Her current position was a direct threat to

placed Clownfish

about when you were kids?" Keira pressed.

joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all kinds of creepy crawlies

during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used to bring all kinds of creepy crawlies to school. Once, she put a rat in

Keira blinked. "A rat?"

nearly fainted. You know how soft she is—totally the type

the tidbit. This wasn't just a

"And?" Keira prompted.

like my memory is flawless, especially for stuff from

thought. It made sense. People tended to vividly recall their own painful experiences while easily forgetting others'. And at

personality sounded