My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 811

Sean finished his sentence, then turned with a smile to look at Keira.

Keira didn't know what to say.

Lately, the man looked healthier, with a bit more fullness to his face, which somehow made him even more striking than when she'd first seen him at the Olsen residence.

When he smiled like that, it was like the first warm breeze of spring.

Keira couldn't help but smile back.

At this moment, Lewis cut in, his tone sharp. “Thanks, Mr. Church. When's the party? My wife and I would be honored to drop by.”

Keira fell silent.

The jealousy was practically dripping.

This man was always jealous. Anywhere, anytime.

Sean didn't seem to notice Lewis's tone. He smiled and replied, “Three days from now.”

Then, he glanced at Amy, waving gently. “What a cute little girl! Is she your sister's child?”

Amy still looked a little shy, her small, heart-shaped face endearing with its wide, almond-shaped eyes that curved like crescent moons when she smiled.

Hearing Sean's question, she gave him a sweet grin. “Hi, pretty sister.”

Sean paused, then let out a chuckle. “Actually, I'm a pretty brother—or no, an uncle to you, technically. Calling me ‘sister' makes me feel like I've skipped a whole generation.”

Amy blinked at him, clearly confused.

Her innocent, wide-eyed gaze seemed to ask, “Why does this pretty lady with a ponytail want me to call her Uncle?”

Sean shook his head with a smile, reached out to gently pat her head, then turned to Keira. “Miss Olsen, are you free for lunch today?”

Keira was perplexed.

Before she could answer, Jenkins and Erin stepped forward.

Jenkins raised an eyebrow. “What's this about?”

Sean lowered his gaze, a sheepish look on his face. “Nothing, really. I just figured, since I'm already here, maybe I could stick around for lunch.”

The group didn't know what to say.

Jenkins thought for a moment but stayed silent.

Erin, on the other hand, swallowed audibly and turned to look at Keira, her expression hopeful.

Keira was dumbfounded.

Why did she suddenly feel like everyone thought she was their personal chef?

Before she could respond, Lewis stepped in decisively. “We're busy. Sorry.”

With that, he grabbed Keira's hand and led her outside.

Keira followed him to the parking lot, and once they were in the car, she asked, “Where are we going? What's so urgent?”

Lewis glanced at her, his voice calm. “Your call. We haven't been on a date in ages.”

The thought made her lean back in her seat. Before she knew it, she'd drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, the car was still moving.

Keira stretched and looked outside. The sky had gone dark. She checked the time—it had been ten hours.

She turned to Lewis in disbelief. “Where are we?”

“On the road outside your family's house.”

Keira blinked. “How many laps have you done?”

“Not sure. Didn't count.”

She paused. “You've been driving for ten hours?”

Lewis nodded. “Yeah. You seemed comfortable. I didn't want to stop and wake you up.”

A warmth bloomed in Keira's chest.

Because she hadn't slept well the night before, Lewis had essentially chauffeured her around all day so she could rest.

It had been ages since she'd had such a sound sleep—so deep and relaxing that it left her dazed. How long had it been since she'd felt this at ease?

As a child, she never slept well at the Olsen house, always on edge, waiting for Poppy to barge in and hit her.

Later, when she moved out, it was even worse. No matter how brave she pretended to be, she'd been a thirteen-year-old girl, alone in a cold, empty apartment. How could she not be scared?

For the first time, she'd slept without a care in the world—thanks to him.