I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake

After hitting send, she shut her phone with a snap.

Honestly, she must've been blind back then-how else would she have fallen for a jerk like Lucas?

But hey, at least that scumbag got scooped up by Felicity. Good riddance.

With that satisfying thought, Calista felt way better. She heated up a bowl of nourishing soup in the kitchen and took it upstairs.

How could a devoted wife like her forget to prep a late-night snack for her husband?

"Babe, drink some soup before you hit the bed," she chirped as she pushed open the bedroom door, catching Lancelot mid-change.

Lancelot's smile froze. He shot her a sharp look. "No need. You drink it. And stop barging into my room-your own has already been arranged by the butler."

Calista blinked, all innocent. "Your room is my room. We're married, remember? No need for boundaries."

Lancelot was speechless. Someone, please take this shameless woman off his hands.

"Come on, take the soup," she said, holding the bowl out like it was treasure.

He was about to grab it when his eyes landed on a cut on her finger. Her earlier words echoed in his head, and his hand paused.

"It's really good, promise. I made it just for you-to help your body recover. I don't want you kicking the bucket too soon. If you die, it better be after I take out your son and Felicity," she mumbled.

Lancelot ignored her ranting. Instead of drinking, he set the bowl on the desk and gently pulled her along to the couch.

"Babe, what're you doing? Soup's best when it's hot. It'll taste gross once it's cold," she whined.

"Quiet." Lancelot's brow twitched with irritation, his tone flat.

Calista pouted, her big round eyes peeking up at him, full of grievance.

Seriously? He was scolding her? She was not taking that lying down.

"Give me your hand."

Just as Calista was roasting him in her head, Lancelot showed up with the first aid kit, his expression unreadable.

She looked up, saw the box in his hand, and immediately caught on.

She obediently held out her hand, her voice soft and full of drama. "Ow, it really hurts."

She was clearly putting on an act-what a waste of acting talent.

Lancelot couldn't help but chuckle. After carefully applying the medicine, he pointed to the door. "Go back to your room and sleep."

"Come on, we're newlyweds. Isn't this the honeymoon phase?"

Calista wasn't gonna let any chance to tease Lancelot slip by.

"You really wanna share a bed?"

He narrowed his eyes, cupped her chin, leaning in so close their noses nearly touched.

Calista's heart jumped at the sight of his perfect face up close.

Trying not to let it show, she copied his move and held his chin too, raising her brows.

"Yup. I'm sleeping with you-unless you're too shy?"

"You made me this ultra-tonic soup. If I don't step up my game tonight, won't I be letting you down?"

Before she could react, Lancelot cut her off, pulled her toward the desk, and downed the whole bowl in one go.

The look in his eyes... way too dangerous to be ignored.