# Chapter 864: The Night Before the Storm
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 864 of **"My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews."** This chapter is a quiet, bittersweet storm—a night of laughter and tears, of goodbyes wrapped in the scent of alcohol and friendship, and a morning when the real battle begins. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let’s dive into the story together.
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Keira froze for a moment at those words.
It wasn’t the words themselves that struck her—it was the raw emotion leaking from the corners of Erin’s eyes. She turned to see the tip of Erin’s nose turning red, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly as she struggled—desperately—to hold back tears. The kind of tears that come not from sadness, but from the fear of losing someone you never thought you'd have to lose.
And then Keira looked at Jenkins. Jenkins, the ever-composed, ever-professional guardian. Her eyes were a little red too, glistening in a way that betrayed her usual stoic mask.
Keira didn’t say a word. She simply reached out, her hand finding Erin’s shoulder, and gave it a gentle, reassuring pat. Then she turned to Jenkins with a small, knowing smile. "Fox’s got a bit of a temper. Cut her some slack."
Jenkins inhaled slowly, steadying herself. "I know," she said calmly, her voice steady as a rock. "Don’t worry. I know exactly how she is."
The tension in the room was thick enough to taste. And then, like a burst of confetti, Rebecca came bouncing over, her usual sunshine-and-chaos energy shattering the heaviness. "Hey! What’s with the serious faces? You all look like this is some dramatic farewell scene. Come on, let’s drink!"
She grabbed a bottle, and without a second thought, took a big gulp straight from it, daring anyone to stop her. A loud hiccup escaped her lips, and almost instantly, her pale cheeks flushed a rosy red. Her eyes went hazy, swimmy with the sudden rush of alcohol. And then—without any warning at all—she threw her arms around Keira and burst into sobs.
"My lifesaver! Keira, I missed you!"
Between hiccups, Rebecca’s voice wobbled with emotion. "If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead. You saved my life. And when I came back to Clance, I was terrified people would mock me. But you—" she sniffled, her grip tightening—"you gave me the courage to stand tall. Do you know that?"
Keira twitched the corner of her mouth in amusement, a soft, fond smile playing on her lips. She let her friend cling, knowing Rebecca needed this release.
Ellie scoffed from the side, crossing her arms. "Geez, how’s she such a lightweight? One drink and she’s down."
Keira chuckled. "She’s always been the goody-two-shoes type. Doesn’t drink much."
Ellie immediately shot back, a little too quickly. "I drink, and I’m still a goody-two-shoes."
Keira smirked. "Sure, sure."
She loosened Rebecca’s grip, gently trying to guide her onto the couch and let her rest. But suddenly, Rebecca clutched her arm with surprising strength, her tear-streaked face turning serious for a flickering moment. "Keira, my brother said you’ve been wrapping things up at work, like you’re leaving for good. Are you really not coming back?"
Keira paused.
Ah. So that’s why Rebecca suddenly showed up tonight. It wasn't just a casual girls' night. It was a gathering of hearts that couldn't bear to let go without saying one last thing.
Before she could answer, Ellie chimed in, her voice softer than usual. "My brother said the same thing."
Keira let out a laugh—half exasperated, half touched. These two never had the latest news, but having well-connected brothers sure made up for it. Their families were practically wiretaps disguised as aristocratic households.
But before she could form a proper reply, Rebecca slurred again, her words tangled in emotion. "Keira, I don’t care where you’re going, and I don’t care if you’ll keep in touch or not. I just—I just want you to be okay. Promise me you’ll be okay, no matter what!"
Ellie turned away at those words, her jaw tightening as she blinked rapidly, refusing to let her own tears fall. Her voice came out gruff and a little unsteady. "So dramatic. And so damn emotional."
Then, in an awkward, low tone, she muttered—as if the words themselves were being dragged out of her—"Keira, someone like you—someone as capable as you—will be just fine, no matter what happens. I know that. So... I’ll be here, in Clance, waiting for you to come back."
"Alright," Keira said softly.
She looked at them—her two Clance socialites, one delicate and sentimental, the other tough and guarded. Yet here they were, both staring at her with eyes full of worry, completely unable to hide the fear of losing her. Rebecca’s eyes brimmed with unstoppable tears, while Ellie’s face was tight with raw unease.
Keira clenched her fists, feeling the warmth of their friendship spread through her chest. Then she smiled—a real, unwavering smile. "It’s gonna be okay."
Because she wasn’t the same person she used to be. No longer that forgotten child of the Olsen family, living in the shadows. She stood in the light now—surrounded by people who loved her, who believed in her, who waited for her.
That night, they partied hard, letting loose like never before.
It was a celebration of friendship, a tribute to the bonds forged in fire. They drank, they laughed, they teased each other with the kind of careless joy that only comes when you realize how precious the moment truly is.
Even Keira let herself go a little, drinking more than usual. She drank with Erin and Jenkins, raising glass after glass. She drank with Ellie, trading friendly jabs. She laughed until her stomach hurt, watching Rebecca hum to invisible music and attempt a graceful twirl that ended in a heap of pillows.
Time flew by. The night deepened, then faded into dawn without anyone noticing.
Keira sat up from the couch, blinking as golden morning light spilled in through the windows. Around her, her friends were sprawled out, dead to the world after a night of drinking—Erin draped across an armchair, Jenkins slumped against a wall like a watchful statue even in sleep, Rebecca curled up on the couch with a blissful smile, and Ellie snoring softly in the corner, her tough-girl facade completely dissolved.
She, however, was completely sober.
Because last night, Lewis had quietly swapped out her drinks for water. She remembered the subtle warmth of his hand near hers, the silent understanding in his eyes. The others had noticed but said nothing—they all knew. She had something important to do today, and she couldn’t afford to get caught up in their chaos.
At some point, Lewis had appeared beside her, waiting patiently, a steady anchor in the warm chaos of the room.
Keira looked at the room full of sleeping friends, her heart aching with gratitude. She spoke gently to Lewis. "Make sure they get home safely."
Lewis took her hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Already arranged. Don’t worry about it."
She nodded. "Is it time?"
"Yeah. We need to go."
Keira turned to face him fully, the morning light framing his figure. "Lewis, are you ready?"
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on his handsome face. "For what?"
She let out a quiet laugh—a sound that carried both fear and fire. "To walk through fire with me. Are you ready?"
Lewis grinned, and there was no hesitation in his voice—only absolute certainty. "Always."
They exchanged a glance, a silent promise passing between them. Keira reached out her hand.
"Then let’s go on this little adventure into the South family."
Lewis clasped her hand firmly, his fingers interlacing with hers like they were made to fit.
Together, they turned and walked out.
Behind them, as the door closed with a soft click, the so-called drunk friends slowly cracked open their eyes—one by one, like a silent brotherhood emerging from a dream. They watched the empty doorway, their gazes filled with a mixture of worry, pride, and unspoken prayers.
They had done their part. They had wished her well, given her strength, and let her go.
Now it was Keira’s turn to write her own ending.
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**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, this chapter just grabbed my heart and didn’t let go. The beautiful farewell between Keira and her friends felt so real—I could almost feel the tears pricking at my eyes when Rebecca broke down, and when Ellie turned away to hide her emotions. The way they pretended to be drunk just to give Keira the space to leave was both heartbreaking and heartwarming. It shows how deeply she is loved, and how much she’s grown from that forgotten girl of the Olsen family into someone worth fighting for. And Lewis? His quiet support, his simple "Always," made my heart soar. This chapter is a perfect calm before the storm, full of emotional depth and tender moments. I absolutely loved it.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
Now that Keira and Lewis have walked out the door, the next chapter is bound to be explosive. They’re heading straight into the South family’s territory—the very heart of the storm. I predict we’ll see a tense confrontation, with Keira facing the ghosts of her past head-on. Lewis will undoubtedly stand beside her, and someone from the South family—likely a patriarch or a rival—will try to shake her resolve. But with her friends’ blessings fresh in her heart, Keira will walk into that fire with her head held high. And I have a feeling someone is about to be very surprised by just how far she’s come.
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