# Chapter 792: The Ghost of a Regular
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 792 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." And oh, what a chapter this is—one simmering with quiet tension, a pinch of jealousy, and a whole lot of delicious backstory. So grab a snack, settle in, and let’s dive right into the drama.
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The air in the room had shifted. Sean, seated across from Keira and Lewis, let out a soft sigh. There was something almost gentle in his expression—calm, patient, like a man who had long since learned to endure the world's suspicions without flinching. He looked directly at Lewis and said, "Mr. Horton, I get it, truly. I know this might annoy you, but I really, truly am just here for a meal."
Lewis said nothing, but the tension in his jaw spoke volumes.
Sean then turned his gaze to Keira, and his voice softened. "Ms. Olsen, if I had any other intentions, I would have pursued you back in Oceanion. Besides, I've gone from being an eighty-pound skeleton to a whole 120 pounds because of your cooking—you should know me better than anyone."
Keira blinked, a little thrown. "I... practically raised him," she murmured, as if only just realizing how strange that sounded. She frowned, considering. "Once a week, like before. Just like Oceanion. But I'll be heading out of town soon, so I may not have time to cook."
Before Sean could respond, his assistant jumped in with barely contained alarm. "Ms. Olsen, are you going somewhere? We could tag along! Without you, our young master will starve to death!"
Keira raised an eyebrow.
Lewis scowled. He didn't like the sound of this one bit. A strange tension coiled in his chest—a quiet sense of urgency he couldn't quite name. Ryan Cobb had always had a thing for Keira, but Lewis had never been bothered. Ryan, with his prayer beads and meditative calm, was practically monk-like, clearly devoted to his celibate streak. But Sean? Thin, meek, fragile Sean—was somehow giving Lewis an actual feeling of unease. It was irrational, maybe, but the heart doesn't always wait for logic.
Lewis cleared his throat, drawing Keira's gaze for a moment. But she looked back to Sean instead. "Couldn't your family send a chef to train under me?"
Sean's assistant sighed dramatically. "Ms. Olsen, we've tried. We sent more than one chef to work with you, but, well, the results were lacking. Even when they follow your methods precisely, something's just missing. Our young master has the palate of a hound, so he can tell right away when it's just not right—makes him sick even..."
Sean gave him a calm side-eye.
The assistant clamped his mouth shut for a second, then winced. "My mistake. Of course, you're not a dog, sir. Your sense of taste is just more sensitive... than any dog could ever be."
Sean shook his head slowly, but there was no real anger in it. He turned back to Keira, his voice earnest. "I know this is an imposition. How about this: if you ever need anything, I'm at your service."
The assistant, apparently unable to help himself, chirped in again. "Ms. Olsen, that's a big promise. Our young master here is known to be the smartest man alive! Genius-level IQ. It's said that if it weren't for his illness, he'd have solved world hunger by now. You need any help, he's your guy."
Sean cut him off with a pointed cough. "Maybe talk a bit less."
The assistant promptly zipped it, looking sheepish. Sean met Keira's eyes. "But he's not wrong. You saved my life. If there's ever anything you need, just ask."
Keira gave a small nod, considering him. "Alright."
Sean stood, looking like he wanted to bow in gratitude—but the moment he rose, his legs wobbled, and he nearly collapsed. The fragility beneath his composed exterior was still there, hidden just beneath the skin.
Keira watched him with concern. "You look half-starved. I'll go make you something."
Sean gave a grateful nod. "I'd appreciate it, Ms. Olsen."
As she headed into the kitchen, Lewis trailed after her, his voice tinged with barely disguised jealousy. "Are you two... close?"
Keira coughed lightly, gathering her thoughts. "Actually, he's been a big help to me over the years. You could say he's one of my oldest regulars."
Lewis raised a brow. "How so?"
Keira smiled slightly, lost in memory. "When I left my family, I had to work to get by. Eventually, I trained at this little restaurant and got the hang of things in the kitchen. After the place ran into financial trouble, I scraped together what I could and took it over, but business was slow. Sean was one of our few regulars who'd pay generously for each meal, basically covering a day's revenue with every order. He kept us afloat. Eventually, the restaurant took off, and though I was planning to retire from the kitchen, I kept up that weekly meal tradition just for him."
Sean had been the lifeline that pulled her restaurant through its roughest patches, and she'd never forgotten that. Even after becoming known as a culinary talent, she continued making that weekly meal for him. There was loyalty there—deep, unspoken gratitude that money couldn't measure.
Lewis nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Was it his looks that got you cooking for him in the first place?"
Keira rolled her eyes. "He was barely eighty pounds when I first met him. Imagine—a grown man over six feet tall, yet frail as a skeleton. Sure, his face was the same, but at that weight, he looked more like a specter. I couldn't have imagined he'd fill out to look so... presentable. Besides, we haven't even seen each other in ages, so get over it, okay?"
The words hung in the air, a mixture of teasing and reassurance. But beneath them, something else stirred—a quiet question neither of them was ready to voice. If Sean had filled out, if he was no longer that skeletal ghost of a man, what exactly was he now? And why did Lewis feel so unsettled?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was a masterclass in quiet tension. The jealousy in Lewis felt so real and so human—not loud, but simmering underneath every word and glance. And poor Sean, fragile yet dignified, carries a mysterious weight that makes him instantly intriguing. Keira's backstory about the restaurant and Sean's quiet patronage adds such a warm, grounded layer to her character. I also loved the assistant's bumbling charm; he provided just the right amount of comic relief without breaking the mood. Honestly, the only thing missing was a table-pounding confrontation—but the subtle rivalry brewing here might be even better.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Something tells me Sean isn't just a frail genius with a taste for Keira's cooking. His timing, his sudden reappearance, and his quiet intensity in front of Lewis all feel too deliberate. I predict that in the next chapter, Sean's "illness" might take a mysterious turn, or his extraordinary intelligence will come into play in a way that directly challenges Lewis—perhaps in business, or worse, in matters of the heart. Keira might soon realize that this old regular isn't just a loyal customer anymore, and Lewis may have to decide whether to stake his claim or let someone else steal her away.
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