Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 10

Stellan wore that familiar, inscrutable half-smile as he turned the platter, sliding the fish closer to Sunny.

"Have some more," he said, his tone casual but unmistakably paternal. "I remember you used to love fish when you were little."

He spoke as if it were nothing, but the way he played the elder made Sunny uneasy.

She dreaded hearing him bring up her childhood.

With her head bowed, she managed, "Thank you, Uncle Stellan."

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By the time the dinner was winding down, Tristan and Luna still hadn't returned to the table.

Sunny stood and smoothed her dress. "Grandpa, it's getting late. I have court in the morning, so I'll head out now."

Abbot muttered a silent curse at his grandson. "Alright, work comes first."

He glanced around the room. "Sunny, you didn't drive tonight, did you? Maybe Stellan should give you a ride."

Sunny shook her head quickly. "No, Grandpa, that's alright. Uncle Stellan's had some wine."

No way. It would be mortifying to just come back to town and already be involved in a DUI incident.

Stellan chuckled softly. "It's fine. I have a conference call tonight anyway. My driver's heading back—he can drop you off on the way."

And just like that, Sunny found herself reluctantly following Stellan out to the car.

She reached for the front passenger door, only to find it locked—the Lawson family's driver had anticipated her.

With no other choice, she slid into the back seat, forcing a polite smile. "Thank you, Uncle Stellan."

Stellan's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't mention it."

"Where to? Back to the place you and Tristan share?" His deep voice carried a faint trace of wine.

Sunny almost shook her head, but remembered the Lawsons still had no clue she and Tristan had split. So she nodded.

"Lakeside Manor Estates."

Stellan's expression cooled a few degrees. "Lakeside Manor Estates. Let's go."

Sunny angled her body toward the window, determined not to let his presence slip into her periphery.

But silence did nothing to soften his intensity. The air in the car felt charged, making it hard for Sunny to breathe.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked.

Sunny finally made it inside.

She sank onto the sofa, her nerves still jangling.

Tristan's Uncle Stellan—five years apart, and he was even more unreadable than before.

"Ma'am, would you like anything to eat this evening?" Daisy, the housekeeper, asked politely.

Sunny checked the time. Already nine o'clock.

"No, thank you."

Ten minutes ticked by. Her files were all at her own apartment, and there was no way she could show up in court tomorrow dressed this casually.

She grabbed her purse and stood to leave.

Daisy looked surprised. "Ma'am, are you heading out again?"

Sunny flashed a small smile. "No need to call me ‘ma'am.'"

Very soon, Tristan would be out of her world for good.