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.

Olsen, where's the room Mr. Church will be

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"

satisfaction. It was ridiculous. In just a few days of staying at the Olsen estate, he'd

he looked so ethereal it was hard to tell if he was impossibly handsome or absurdly beautiful. 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. 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

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 room," Keira said simply. Her words made Jenkins' cheeks flush. The two of them had been in a rough patch lately, each stubbornly sticking to their own space. Keira's suggestion was