Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 12

"Seriously, you're not going to get mad about this too, are you?"

Sunny might not live here anymore, but that didn't mean she'd let her space get cluttered with Chloe's junk.

With a faint smile, she didn't even mind the mess—she simply scooped up the box from the floor and tossed it straight into Chloe's room.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" Chloe shrieked.

Sunny's smile widened just a touch. "I wasn't before, but I'm thinking now's a good time to start."

The commotion upstairs finally caught Sean's attention. "Grace, go see what's going on up there, will you? What are they arguing about this time?"

Grace Quinn stood up with a sigh. "Alright, alright. Honestly, Sunny is unbelievable—every time she comes home, it's bickering with Chloe."

Tristan wasn't a regular at the Carrington house.

Even though he and Sunny had been together for five years, he could count his visits on one hand.

"Mr. Carrington, do you want me to check on them?" he offered politely.

Sean waved him off. "No need, just sit. Sisters fighting—it's nothing new."

Upstairs, Grace walked in just in time to see her stepdaughter, wild-eyed, hurling boxes of random junk into Chloe's bedroom.

"Sunny! What do you think you're doing?"

Sunny shot her a cold look. "Chloe's graduating this year, right? She's not a child anymore. Ms. Quinn, maybe you should teach her some basic decency. Otherwise, once she's out in the real world, people are going to talk behind her back about how badly she was raised."

"You—!"

"Alright, alright. Chloe's still young and doesn't get it. I didn't expect you to get so upset over her using a room for a bit. Next year, I'll talk to Sean—this house could use some renovations anyway."

Sunny's eyes turned icy. This house—her only piece of her mother's memory—was all she had left from childhood. Now they wanted to erase even that?

"Sure, Ms. Quinn. Or better yet, don't bother renovating. Why not have Dad buy Chloe her own place as a wedding gift? Grandma might not even approve of renovations."

Sean burst out laughing, clapping his hands. "Tomorrow's a great day! Marriage is a good thing!"

"Sunny, let me have a word with you," Sean continued. "Tristan, would you mind waiting in the car?"

Tristan glanced at the two of them, smiled politely. "Of course, Mr. Carrington. I'll wait outside."

As soon as the door closed, Sean's face dropped.

"Sunny, you need to watch your tone with Tristan. What wife talks to her husband like that?"

Sunny just shrugged. "Not happy with my attitude? Perfect. Because I have no intention of going through with this wedding."

"What did you say?" Sean's voice shot up, and he pointed a shaking finger at her, demanding, "Say that again."

Another one going deaf, great.

"I said, I'm not getting married."