My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 819

Sean froze at those words, instinctively glancing at Amy.

For some reason, a strange thought crept into his mind.

He asked directly, “That woman—have you seen what she looks like?”

“Of course.”

Monbatten raised a curious brow. “How could I not know what she looks like?”

Sean blinked, slightly taken aback. “Oh, never mind, then.”

If he knew what she looked like, then it couldn't be Amy's mom.

He had successfully dodged the truth.

After chatting with Monbatten for a bit longer, Sean excused himself to mingle with other guests. The moment he walked away, the guard standing behind Monbatten couldn't hold back. “Your Majesty, wasn't that woman back then wearing a—”

Monbatten cut him off with a sharp look. “Even so, there were those eyes. If I saw them again, I'd recognize them instantly. They were… warm yet resolute.”

The guard quickly fell silent, never daring to question his king.

Monbatten's jaw tightened as his gaze drifted off.

Back then, a much younger Monbatten had visited Crera for the first time. He was already engaged, his bride chosen, but at only twenty-five, he had no interest in marriage or children, so he'd delayed the wedding.

While in Crera, he had ventured out with just one guard. A night out at a bar took an unexpected turn.

Drugged by a stranger's unsolicited offer, he had stumbled into a hotel, pushing away a woman trying to take advantage of him. His guard had gone off to find an antidote, leaving him to wander aimlessly until he mistakenly entered a private room.

The room smelled of something faint and floral—rosewater, perhaps.

Inside, a masked woman stepped toward him. Her voice was soft and captivating. “Do you need my help?”

Her eyes held an irresistible warmth and allure.

Monbatten had blurted out, “Are you sure about this?”

“I am.”

Without hesitation, she hooked her fingers around his tie, her movements full of sultry confidence as she led him deeper into the room. “You need a child, and so do I.”

Startled, he protested, “I'm only twenty-five! I don't need a child!”

“You will,” she said with quiet conviction, her eyes filled with an unshakable determination.

Before he could process her words, she pushed him onto the bed, her intentions leaving no room for negotiation.

In the haze of passion, he had tried to remove her mask. She stopped him with a soft laugh. “Monbatten, if you can recognize me by my eyes, then we're meant to be. If not, don't bother looking for me.”

Her words stung his pride, and so, he never uncovered her face.