I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake

"Madam, is this soup for your husband?"

The butler walked over with a warm smile, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

He was an old hand at this villa, and ever since Calista announced herself as Lancelot's wife, he had been all smiles, clearly very pleased with her.

"No need, I'll take it up myself. Might as well work on our relationship a bit,"

Calista replied with a sweet grin as she shook her head.

The butler chuckled knowingly. "Alright then, I won't disturb the lovebirds."

He was clearly comforted by the fact that Mr. Bennett finally settled down and started a family.

"Butler, just to confirm... his surname is Bennett, right?"

The butler looked a bit puzzled at the sudden question but still nodded. "Of course."

Their boss, after all, the head of the Bennett family.

"Good, phew... I thought I had the wrong guy. Glad I didn't mess that up,"

Calista mumbled to herself, patting her chest with exaggerated relief.

"What was that, Madam?"

The butler had only caught her mumbling without catching the words.

Snapping back to attention, Calista laughed awkwardly and waved it off. "Nothing! I'll just go deliver the soup to my husband now."

"Alright,"

the butler grinned suggestively.

He'd seen the ingredients she used-definitely the kind that gave a good boost.

He figured Mrs. Bennett was probably feeling neglected and wanted to remind Mr. Bennett not to forget her.

Tonight, he thought, this couple might just take things up a notch.

The butler's smile had an odd edge to it, and Calista caught the weird vibe but couldn't figure out what was up.

Frowning slightly, she went upstairs and made her way to Lancelot's study.

No one just waltzed into his study without permission. Everyone in the house knew that.

Only the cleaning staff had access, and only at specific times.

So when Calista stepped in, Lancelot's face instantly darkened.

"Who said you could come in?"

"The butler did. I made some soup for you, honey. Have a taste,"

she said with a bright smile, placing the bowl on his desk, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

She firmly believed: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Even though this was her first time cooking, the soup looked phenomenal. She was pretty sure it was a winner.

Lancelot shot a look at the soup like it was toxic.

What had this girl put in there? Didn't she know this kind of stuff could drive a man nuts?

"It's really tasty. Just try a bite,"

Calista said eagerly, noticing he hadn't even touched it yet. She picked up the bowl and moved to feed him herself.

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, catching her chin with his fingers lazily.

"You really want me to drink this?"

His voice was low, his posture effortlessly seductive, sending a strange vibe across the room.

Calista's eyes lit up instantly.

Lucas might be his son, but wow-compared to Lancelot, they weren't even close in presence.

"I made a whole pot just for you-you have to drink it!"

A whole pot...

Lancelot's eyelid twitched slightly.

"If you want me to finish it that badly, then..."

he smirked, the glint in his eyes dark and playful.

Before Calista could even blink in confusion, Lancelot picked up the bowl, took a sip, then suddenly leaned in and kissed her-right on the lips!