I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake

Half an hour later, the two returned to the villa. Breakfast was already served on the table, thanks to the butler.

Noticing how drained Calista looked, the butler gave her a knowing smile and said, "Ma'am, I made you a nourishing tonic. Mr. Bennett might've gone a bit overboard last night. Please don't take it to heart. He's quite something physically, after all."

Wait, hold up-what?

Why was she being handed a tonic?

Calista was totally confused.

"Come sit down and eat," Lancelot said, already seated at the table with his usual grace. Seeing her whispering with the butler, he narrowed his eyes a little and motioned her over.

Calista pouted at him but shuffled over.

Her whole body felt sore-arms, legs, everything hurt. She wasn't even in the mood for breakfast.

"Drink it," Lancelot said, pushing over the tonic the butler had made for her.

She gave it a glance-looked decent, smelled sweet.

"Honey, I want you to feed me," Calista said, trying her best to look cute as her eyes sparkled mischievously.

Lancelot's hand twitched so hard he nearly spilled the entire bowl in her face.

"Drink it yourself."

He set the bowl down with forced calm and gave her a cold snort.

"But I'm too weak," Calista whined, sticking out a finger covered in a little bandage. "And I even hurt my finger making soup for you last time."

Lancelot's jaw twitched.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up the bowl and began feeding her.

As she sipped the soup, Calista shamelessly kept throwing flirty darts at him.

"Honey, you look so charming feeding me like this."

"Can you feed me every day? I'd love that so much."

"Mmm, tastes even better when it's you who's feeding me."

"Calista, if you don't shut that mouth of yours, I swear I'll have it sewn shut."

Lancelot gave her a sharp glare, clearly annoyed by her constant teasing.

But Calista just giggled. "Aww, are you blushing? Come on, we're married, what's there to be shy about? Keep feeding me, hubby."

The butler and staff were struggling to keep straight faces, their shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

This young lady definitely had Mr. Bennett's number.

Ten minutes later, after finishing breakfast, Calista asked Lancelot to take her to Ors Café for her piano performance.

She had previously made arrangements with the café owner to play there for the day as part of her prep for an upcoming piano competition.

Lancelot just frowned slightly but didn't object. Instead, he had someone get a bicycle from the garage.

Calista stood by the door, texting Lumi while waiting for Lancelot to pull the car around.

But when she saw Lancelot wheeling out a bike, she nearly froze on the spot.

A bike? Was her vision glitching?

"Get on," Lancelot said flatly, already mounting the bicycle without even glancing at her stunned expression.

Calista's eye twitched. "You... want me to ride a bike to a piano gig?"

"You said I'm in poor health, right? This is exercise," Lancelot glanced sideways at her, looking all chill.

"Well, I guess a cute bike date could be kinda romantic," Calista muttered with a stiff smile, climbing onto the back of the bike, trying to keep her expression in check.

Lancelot seemed a bit surprised that Calista actually got on without complaining. Guess she really wasn't your typical spoiled rich girl.

If it were any other socialite, she'd probably be having a meltdown right now.

"Hold on," Lancelot warned before pedaling off swiftly like an arrow.

It had been ages since Calista rode a bike, and she was low-key terrified he'd fling her off, so she clung tightly to his waist.

The second Calista wrapped her arms around him, Lancelot's body tensed up.

A faint scent wafted from her - light, floral, and something about it seriously messed with his focus.

*****

"Lucas, is that... my sister?"

Lucas had been invited to the Ors Café banquet, and of course his date was none other than Felicity.

While they were mingling with guests in the hall, Felicity casually glanced outside and caught sight of Calista on the back of Lancelot's bike just across the street.

Lucas turned to look out when he heard Felicity's voice.

"Looks like she married that guy just to spite us. Honestly, Lucas, we really let her down," Felicity said, lips curled in a slight smirk.

Calista, the Monroe family's precious daughter, ending up with some broke pretty boy? What a joke. Embarrassed the whole family.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to sit back and do nothing," Lucas said with a dark look, lightly patting Felicity's hand.

He hadn't even had a taste of Calista yet-there's no way he'd let her get taken by some broke loser.