I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake

Calista looked at the sly smirk spreading across Lancelot's face and suddenly regretted starting this.

"Scared now?"

Lancelot pulled her closer as he made his way to the bed, his grip tightening just a bit. His lips dangerously close to hers, his voice low and teasing.

Hearing that, Calista's body tensed. Tilting her chin up, she said, "Babe, me? Scared of you? Please. I was just about to suggest some... deeper communication."

Lancelot's eye twitched. Without a word, he tossed her onto the bed, yanked the blanket over her, and said coolly, "Go to sleep. No more nonsense. Or I'll throw you out myself."

"You're not gonna sleep with me?"

Watching him head toward the door, Calista let out a silent sigh of relief, but her mouth wouldn't let her quit teasing.

Lancelot didn't say a thing, just slammed the door behind him sharply on his way out.

Staring at the closed door, Calista rolled around on the bed, stifling her laughter.

That was hilarious! Who knew this serious old guy could be so fun? Looks like turning Lancelot into a wife-doting maniac might not be that far off.

*****

"Babe, time to get up! Let's go for a jog!"

A little before six in the morning, the dreadful sound of Calista's voice echoed in Lancelot's ears.

He'd been in the study working till 2 a.m., finally made it to bed, and now she was waking him up? The way-too-lively kind of wake-up.

With his head pounding, Lancelot looked up to see Calista dressed in sporty gear, ponytail bouncing, looking fresh and full of energy.

"Calista, what on earth are you doing?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhaled, his voice laced with tiredness.

She beamed up at him. "Jogging. Your stamina sucks - you need more exercise. And y'know, when people age, the body starts shutting down all kinds of functions. So it's important to stay active. Let's move it!"

Getting old?

Each word coming out of her mouth felt like a jab. Was she blind? Kept calling him old when he was clearly still in his prime.

Lancelot shot her a sharp glare, trying hard to stay calm. "No. If you wanna run, go ahead. I'm staying."

"What? Are you yelling at me now?"

Calista's lips pouted as she looked heartbreakingly pitiful, tears practically threatening to fall.

Feeling his patience stretch thin, Lancelot turned his back, pulling the blanket over his head.

No way he was giving into her this time. If he kept doing that, she'd be running this whole house in no time.

"If you don't get up, I might actually bite you."

Calista wasn't fazed by his childish stubbornness. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she mocked, "You lie there all day, you'll end up with memory loss. If that happens, I'll just abandon you, take all your assets, and you can be a lonely old man wandering the streets. Pretty tragic, huh?"

Her tone rose, borderline shrieky.

Lancelot's handsome face twitched.

This damn woman... she was insulting him in the sneakiest way.

"Calista."

He drew in a deep breath, trying hard to keep a lid on his temper, but his face was like thunder.

"If you're that bored, go water the plants or organize the garden. Stop messing around in here."

"I don't care, I just wanna go for a morning run. A lovely little jog between husband and wife-aren't you the least bit excited?"

Calista pouted, clinging to Lancelot's arm, looking up at him with those big eyes full of fake sadness.

Lancelot's eyes met her sparkling ones, and for a split second, he looked lost-like something had clicked.

She really is... looking more and more like her.

"Calista, have you ever owned a necklace of Bluewing?"

"What Bluewing? Nope. I'm into pearls. Never bought anything from Bluewing."

His sudden question threw her off. She stared at him like he'd just spoken gibberish.

"Why'd you bring that up anyway? Isn't Bluewing some super old brand? They got bought out years ago and turned into some random overseas label."

"It's nothing... Just overthinking, I guess." Yeah, he must be losing it. What are the odds? After years of searching, the person's been right next to him-his own wife?

"What did you just say? I didn't catch that."

His voice had trailed off. She squinted at him, confused.

Lancelot didn't answer. Instead, he got up and started getting dressed.

"Let's go. Didn't you say you wanted to run?"

Classic unpredictable man... definitely got that mysterious vibe going.

Calista quickly followed after him.

She originally wanted to use the run to get Lancelot's health in better shape. Who knew the guy was already in peak condition?

Meanwhile, she was already huffing like crazy and couldn't keep up. Lancelot, on the other hand, barely looked fazed. Not even a hint of sweat. He shot her a sideways glance.

"You insisted on running, and yet your stamina's garbage."

"Who said my stamina's bad? Race me for 2,600 feet if you're so confident!" Calista's face turned red as she straightened up and challenged him, voice full of pride.

Lancelot gave her a blank look. "And if you lose?"

Calista frowned, thinking hard. "If I lose... I'll make you breakfast."

"Your fingers okay for that?"

His eyes drifted toward the spot on her hand where she'd been injured. Tone totally casual.

This woman really knew how to stir up trouble.

"You're the best hubby ever, seriously. You're worried my injury might mess up my cooking, aren't you? Don't worry, I'm a pro in the kitchen!"

Of course, she knew how to flatter him just right-pure Calista style.

"If you lose, you give me a full shoulders-and-legs massage," Lancelot said with a smirk, reaching out to pinch Calista's cheek.

She slapped his hand playfully in agreement. "Deal. But if you lose, same punishment for you."

No way she was gonna lose to some guy who was supposedly frail!

With her confidence soaring, Calista set off against Lancelot.

Five minutes later-

"Looks like you owe me," Lancelot said, glancing at his watch as Calista finally dragged herself to him-face flushed, panting heavily.

Looking all pink and breathless like that, she somehow seemed even more endearing.

As Calista glanced up at his ridiculously handsome face, she snapped inside.

What the hell? Lumi's intel was totally wrong.

Chronic illness? Rarely seen in public?

This dude was basically a pro athlete! What part of him is 'weak' again?

Fuming silently, Calista stomped over and started giving him the massage she owed.

Lancelot chuckled softly, watching her pout.

Man, she was adorable.