My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Jenkins immediately asked, "Why?"

Sean shot her a cold glare, and she instinctively shrank back. This guy had been a source of intimidation for as long as Jenkins could remember, ever since they were kids. Sean didn't answer her question. Instead, Keira, who had been quietly observing, stepped in. "If I had to guess, you probably haven't been back much since you turned ten, have you?" Sean's gaze flickered with surprise, then he nodded slightly. "Yeah." Jenkins still looked baffled. "Why, though?" Sean glared at her again. "Shut up." Jenkins said, "... Okay." Without another word, Sean headed for the kitchen. Ever since the revelation of his true nature, Sean no longer bothered pretending to be the refined gentleman he'd once projected. The transformation was complete: gone was the genteel façade, replaced by his sharp, unapologetic self. What was more, after shamelessly aligning himself with Keira, he'd practically taken up permanent residence at the Olsen estate, showing up daily to eat whatever she cooked. And if that wasn't enough— His sidekick had taken it upon himself to announce Sean's arrival like some royal decree. "Careful with that! Don't scratch anything, alright?" the lackey barked at the movers before marching up to Keira.

Mr. Church will be staying in?"

lackey chirped. "Our boss plans to eat your cooking every day. Living here will save us the trouble of commuting back and forth. The Olsen estate is huge—surely there's a spare room somewhere?" Well, he wasn't wrong. The sprawling Olsen mansion boasted dozens of rooms on each floor—more than enough for guests, staff, and residents. But the thing was, the Olsen family was big. Really big. And they never divided the estate. Add to that the increasing number of uninvited "guests" who had taken up semi-permanent residence, and all the sunny, prime-view guest rooms had already been claimed. Keira sighed and made her way to the kitchen, where Sean was enjoying a bowl of pasta she'd prepared. Keira wasn't a professional chef, after all. Cooking for Sean every day wasn't exactly part of the plan, so she kept it

picky as he was, seemed perfectly content, polishing off her meals with an almost childlike satisfaction. It was ridiculous. In just a few

Heading straight for Jenkins, he announced, "You. Move out of your room." Jenkins was shocked. This was outrageous! She wanted to protest. She really did. But Sean's intimidating presence made her words falter. Luckily, someone else had no such qualms. "Nope. Not happening." Peter had just walked in. After a long

master bedroom. Peter rolled up his sleeves, storming over to Sean. "Who do you think you are?" Sean's eyes darkened, a dangerous edge flashing in his gaze. Before things escalated, Keira's calm voice broke through. "He's my fifth brother." Instantly, the tension in Sean's expression dissolved. It couldn't be helped. This guy wasn't someone he could kill. If he did, there'd go his meal. Letting out a disgruntled huff, Sean muttered, "Fine. Can I at least have some space here?" "For what?" Keira asked, puzzled. "To build