Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 121

Once the others had left, Evelyn shot Chloe a venomous glare. "Chloe, don't you dare cause trouble for me. I don't care that Ms. Quinn favors you—mess up again, and I'm done helping you!"

Chloe wanted to snap back, but she swallowed her anger. "I understand, Evelyn."

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Sunny, meanwhile, seemed completely unconcerned with why Chloe was even here. She nibbled daintily on her pastry, utterly absorbed in its taste, oblivious to the smudge of cream at the corner of her lips.

Stellan's gaze lingered on her flushed lips, his eyes darkening with a heat he could barely suppress.

Sensing his stare, Sunny looked up, puzzled. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Without warning, Stellan reached out, his cool thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. Then, with deliberate slowness, he brought his finger to his own lips and tasted the cream. "You had a bit of cream," he murmured. "It's sweet."

A rush of color flooded Sunny's cheeks.

From across the room, Caleb watched the two, looking like he'd seen enough of their flirtation for one day.

Julian grinned, nudging him. "Does Abbot know about this?"

Caleb shrugged. "Who knows?"

"You think Stellan's actually serious?"

Caleb considered it. "Looks like it."

They'd never seen Stellan like this before. If they hadn't known better, they might have suspected he was possessed.

Julian chuckled, "This is going to be good."

Caleb couldn't agree more. Maybe they were about to witness a real spectacle.

Neither of them noticed the waiter who had just hurried past.

"Can I get you a juice, sir?" the waiter asked, balancing a tray.

Stellan glanced at the tray, then nodded. The waiter placed two glasses of orange juice on the table, setting one in front of Sunny and the other before Stellan.

"Enjoy," he said politely before leaving.

Stellan narrowed his eyes, watching the waiter as he left, then took a long drink of the juice.

Sunny watched him drain the glass. "Is it really that good?"

Stellan's lips curled up in a faint smile. "It's alright."

Before long, a flush crept up Stellan's cheeks.

"No," he said, slipping off his suit jacket and draping it over his arm, his cheeks flushed. "There's a lounge on the second floor. Just help me up there and I'll be fine."

Sunny didn't question it. She helped him into the elevator, not thinking to ask where he'd gotten a room key, or why he was so insistent on not seeing a doctor.

It took all her effort to get him to the edge of the bed—he was much heavier than he looked. As she tried to steady him, she accidentally lost her balance, and they both tumbled onto the mattress together.

Their bodies pressed close, heat radiating from his skin. Sunny winced, struggling to get up—only to meet his gaze, smoldering with desire.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Uncle Stellan, you really are feverish. I'm calling a doctor."

Stellan's eyes were heavy-lidded, his breath hot against her skin. Adam's apple bobbing, he whispered, "I'm not sick."

"I've been drugged."

Sunny stared at him, mind blank. "What kind of drug?"

A sardonic smile tugged at his lips. "An aphrodisiac."

"Sorry, you said you wanted to thank me before—well, I'd like to claim that favor now."

With that, his burning lips claimed hers.