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.

the room Mr. Church will

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 simple—soups, pasta,

an almost childlike satisfaction. It was ridiculous. In just a few days of staying

Hearing her approach, Sean turned, his bright almond-shaped eyes flickering with what almost seemed like hurt. He finished his pasta in small, deliberate bites and then walked out without a word. Heading straight for Jenkins, he announced, "You. Move out of your room." Jenkins was shocked.

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 a house." Keira was speechless. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "There's no need for that. You can take the guest room Peter's using." "What about me?" Peter protested. "Go back to your