Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 122

Sunny never expected him to kiss her.

His hand, burning hot, locked firmly around the back of her head, while his other arm curled possessively around her waist.

She was pulled even closer, pressed up against him until even the thin fabric between them couldn't hide the heat radiating from his body.

"Mmph, Stellan…"

Her soft, breathy whimpers were swallowed whole by his deepening kiss, leaving her mind spinning and blank.

The quiet lounge was thick with the heady scent of hormones, the air heavy with their tangled breaths. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, her thoughts muddled as his lips claimed hers.

Finally, Stellan broke away, breathing heavily, his voice rough and strained. "Sorry. Someone drugged me."

Sunny's cheeks burned bright red, her eyes wide and glossy as she avoided his gaze. "Um, could you… let go of me now?"

She was acutely aware of his body—especially one very obvious part of him—so much so that she didn't dare look up.

"Sorry."

He kept apologizing, but his hand still gripped her waist, refusing to release her. Sunny could hear his ragged breathing, and it took him another five minutes before he finally let her go.

She quickly turned away. "…Should I call an ambulance for you?"

She'd been drugged once before, so she knew all too well how excruciating it felt, like millions of fire ants crawling under her skin.

"No need."

"Then you…"

There was no way Sunny was going to "help" him in that way!

Face flushed, Stellan got up and staggered to the bathroom. "Don't come in. I'll handle it myself."

…

As if she wanted to!

Sunny nodded. "Okay. But if it gets worse, go to the ER."

Stellan's knuckles went white against the sink. Why did it have to be the hospital? Why not something else?

His only response was the sound of water running in the shower.

Sunny sat awkwardly on the couch, torn. She knew she should leave immediately, but something about abandoning Stellan in this state felt wrong—almost disloyal.

She wondered where things had gone so wrong. Was it the orange juice?

Grabbing her phone, Sunny quickly searched for the fastest antidote to the kind of drug he'd been slipped.

The top result: "Have sex."

Sunny stared, dumbfounded.

From behind the frosted glass of the bathroom door, the sound of running water was occasionally interrupted by low, barely audible groans.

The two sounds overlapped, making the whole room feel thick with a strange, breathless tension.

Two hours later, the torment finally ended.

Stellan emerged from the steamy bathroom, a bathrobe slung around his waist. His hair was dripping wet, but his eyes had cleared.

"Sorry. I lost control earlier."

Sunny couldn't bring herself to say, "It's fine," so she stayed silent.

Stellan, thinking she was still mad, crouched beside her. "Want to hit me?"

Chloe was stunned speechless.

Those words—he's married—hit her like a death sentence.

She'd slept with a stranger…and he was married!

She tried to run, but the two reporters blocked her path. Just then, the man from inside the room strolled out, perfectly composed.

"What's going on here?"

"Mr. King, this woman just came out of your room half-dressed. Are you two involved?"

Sebastian clicked his tongue. "No. I don't know her. Now clear out."

Sunny, having watched the whole scene through the peephole, turned away—only to bump into a solid wall of muscle behind her.

"You…"

Stellan arched an eyebrow. "What are you watching?"

"N-nothing."

She didn't notice the faint curl of a smile at the corner of his lips.

"Stellan, maybe we should wait a bit before going out."

With paparazzi and a crowd outside, it was absolute chaos. If she and Stellan walked out now, every camera would be pointed straight at them.

"Don't worry," Stellan said gently. "No one dares take my picture. I've already sent someone to clear the hallway."

Sunny looked down, deep in thought. Could it be that Chloe was the one who drugged him?