My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 792

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Lewis shot Sean a sharp look, his brows knitting in clear displeasure. A wave of tension swept over him.

Keira studied Sean thoughtfully. With his good looks, she’d definitely remember if she’d seen him before.

Just as she was thinking, Sean spoke up, “Fragrance Hall, Room 5.”

Keira’s eyes widened, surprise clear on her face. She looked Sean up and down before letting go of his arm.

The moment she released him, Sean coughed a bit, and Lewis reluctantly let go of Sean’s guard, who rushed over to his boss. “Are you okay, sir?”

Sean waved him off, exhausted, and sank into the sofa.

Lewis turned to Keira, puzzled. “You know him?”

Keira looked Sean over again. “Are you…the ‘Church’ from Room 5?”

Sean’s eyes lit up, and he gave a small smile. “That’s me.”

Keira didn’t say anything, but Lewis cleared his throat, wanting answers. “Who is he exactly?”

Keira hadn’t answered yet when Sean’s assistant launched into an enthusiastic explanation. “Our boss here has had a rare eating disorder since childhood. He doesn’t enjoy eating anything, so he’s always been terribly underweight. Five years ago, he came across this special chef in Oceanion at Fragrance Hall who made a meal he could actually eat. Finally, he found food he could keep down! Since then, he’s traveled weekly to eat there, slowly gaining some weight. He even managed to get up to 120 pounds! But four months ago, that chef mysteriously disappeared.”

The assistant looked pleadingly at Keira. “We asked everyone at Fragrance Hall about the chef, but nobody would tell us a thing. Then we learned, sadly, that the chef, Mrs. Horton…had passed away four months ago. Our boss was devastated. Without those meals, he knew he’d wither away again.”

“So, we decided to come here and see if there were any leftover recipes, some magical ingredient or something that Mrs. Horton left behind. Then we heard Mr. Horton was so deeply in love he didn’t even believe she was really gone, and instead of returning to Oceanion, he’d moved here to Clance. We guessed that if he’d left everything behind, someone must be here who meant a lot to him. And that someone must know the recipes.”

“So we tracked him here. But Mr. Horton is so private—it took forever to find out where he was staying. We only got a hint when some incident at the Horton family estate hit the news. Then we saw you, Ms. Olsen, and heard of the engagement to Keera Olsen. The name Keera sounds an awful lot like Keira, so we just had to come here and find out. We needed to know—are you her?”

After finishing his story, the assistant hid behind Sean, looking nervous. Sean took a deep breath, glanced at Keira, and said, “Ms. Olsen, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but…I really didn’t know what else to do.”

He caught his breath and continued, “I haven’t had a proper meal in four months. If this keeps up, I won’t last much longer. I just need you to confirm it’s you…and, well, ask for just one more meal.”

The assistant clasped his hands, almost bowing. “Please, Ms. Olsen, help our young master! These past months, he’s dropped back down to barely a hundred pounds. Look at him—he’s skin and bones, like he could be swept away by a breeze!”

Keira studied Sean carefully.

Yes, she did recall a certain “Church” who used to book that room, paying a small fortune each week for a single meal. She’d even made a point to cook for him herself despite her busy schedule. Eventually, that turned into a tradition. Word got out, and her cooking became wildly popular, especially since she only prepared two meals a week. One was reserved for Sean, and the other went up for sale, fetching an impressive price.

Back then, he’d been so thin, she couldn’t believe he was even standing. The face now before her, though still thin, was remarkably handsome.

Just as she was admiring his transformation, Lewis stepped between them with a loud cough. “You mean to tell me… you went through all this trouble just for a meal?”

Sean nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes! Actually, Ms. Olsen, I was inspired by you! It was your cooking that gave me a second chance at life. I’ll never forget you.”

Keira fought a smile and waved him off. “No need to be so dramatic.”

“No, really.” Sean let out a long sigh. “Ms. Olsen, without your food, I can barely survive. So…is it too much to ask if I could come by just once a week for a meal?”

Lewis’s expression darkened.

Sean tried a different tack. “Or maybe twice a month?”

Lewis’s frown deepened.

Sean looked desperate. “Once a month then! I can’t go any longer than that. My body just can’t take it!”

Lewis scowled in silence.

Keira sighed, glancing between the two men. What in the world should she do now?

Lewis squinted suspiciously. “Are you really here…just for a meal?”