Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 124

A few dark lines appeared on Tristan's forehead. "It's brand new! Sunny, I bought this one just for you—it's not some hand-me-down from her."

Sunny's lips twitched. "That makes me want it even less. Matching outfits aren't the problem—it's only awkward if one of us looks bad. And let's be honest: if your precious little sister ever ends up in the same dress as me, I'll just upstage her. Not my fault."

She waved him off. "Look, I may not be rolling in cash, but I can afford my own dress. Don't bring me things like this again. And don't look for me anymore."

For days, Tristan hadn't been able to shake the image of Sunny in that dress from his mind. He pressed on, unwilling to give up. "But you said you loved it."

Sunny shot him a look, cool and dismissive. "Maybe I did. But if Luna's got her eye on it, I want nothing to do with it."

She didn't want the dress, and she definitely didn't want him.

Tristan stood there, struck speechless, feeling like the ground had dropped away beneath him.

"Sunny, it's not what you think between me and Luna."

Sunny gave a short, sharp laugh. "Oh? So what is it, then? Just a brother and sister thing?"

She ticked off her points, one by one, voice light but biting. "Do brothers set their passwords to their sister's birthday? Fill their photo albums with nothing but their sister's pictures? Or skip out on important dates with their own girlfriend just to have dinner with their sister?"

Her gaze lingered on Tristan, almost amused. "It's one thing to lie to me, but you really shouldn't lie to yourself."

She shrugged. "Honestly, I hope you and Luna end up together. That way, at least you'll stop bothering me."

With that, Sunny turned away and strode off in the opposite direction, not sparing him another glance.

Tristan stared after her, lost and adrift. He looked down at the dress in his hand, his expression blank, then tossed it into the nearest trash can.

She didn't want it; there was no point in keeping it.

Sunny had no idea someone was watching them from afar, eyes burning with intensity, tracking every move until they finally disappeared from view.

Stellan, who'd originally had dinner plans that night, glanced at his phone and spoke into it. "Cancel my dinner meeting. I'll be eating at home."

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Abbot was delighted to hear Stellan would be coming back and called everyone home for the occasion.

The first "spectacle" was when their supposed wedding turned into nothing but an engagement party for the family's two youngest members. If Tristan backed out now, the gossip and humiliation would be endless.

The atmosphere at the table grew tense.

"Uncle Stellan..." Tristan faltered, struggling to find the right words.

Stellan turned away, addressing Magnus instead. "Magnus, plenty of people have their eyes on our company. Plenty want to see us slip up. If Tristan treats marriage like a joke and it ends up hurting the business, are you going to take responsibility?"

Magnus understood immediately—his brother wasn't just supporting the marriage, he wanted them to hurry up and make it official.

Honestly, he couldn't figure out his son. Tristan had always seemed a little too interested in his adopted sister, so why was he dragging his feet now?

Abbot finally made the decision. "Let's set the wedding for mid-next month. That should give you enough time to prepare. I feel the same as Stellan—I don't want the Lawson family to be the butt of jokes a second time."

As he finished, a slight, satisfied smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Once Tristan was married, surely he'd have no choice but to settle down.