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."

bother? Peter's already

brow. "But he

asking for trouble. Didn't you see the

chuckled 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

her typing. "What does Clownfish even look like

We were three years old! How's anyone supposed to know how they'd turn out? People change

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

placed Clownfish

kids?" Keira pressed. "Anything

was a weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for

weird kid—kept to herself, never joined in during nap time, playtime, or even group baths. She'd just sit alone. Oh, and she had a thing for bugs. Used

Keira blinked. "A rat?"

You know how soft she is—totally

tidbit. This wasn't just a mischievous child; Clownfish's behavior had

"And?" Keira prompted.

like my memory is flawless, especially for stuff from when I was three. Even with the South family's knack for remembering things,

sense. People tended to vividly recall their own painful experiences while easily forgetting others'. And at that age, details

Clownfish's personality sounded