Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 125

After work, Sunny sprawled out on her apartment sofa, phone resting beside her, when his name flashed across the screen.

The first time it rang, she let it go unanswered.

After all, things had gotten a little too intimate between them just last night. Now, she felt a strange reluctance to see him again, unsure how to face him.

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed.

Sunny froze. Who would be dropping by this late? She hadn't ordered any takeout.

Still puzzling over it, she saw her phone light up once more with his name.

She hesitated for a second, then finally picked up.

"Hello?"

His voice came through clear and low, a gentle lilt at the end, tinged with something personal. "It's me. Open the door."

Sunny was speechless for a moment.

So he hadn't just called—he was standing outside her apartment.

No matter how much she wanted to avoid this, she couldn't very well leave him in the hallway. With a resigned sigh, she got up to let him in.

The door swung open, revealing his sharply handsome face. Tonight, he wore silver-rimmed glasses perched on his straight nose, softening the intensity of his gaze.

He wasn't in a suit, just a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, veins standing out on his forearms. The collar was open, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone—and just beneath it, a small, dark mole that inexplicably drew her eyes.

The phrase "wolf in sheep's clothing" flashed through her mind.

She felt her cheeks flush, heat creeping up to her ears. Awkward, she looked away. "What brings you here?"

Stellan had just come from his family's old house. His eyes lingered on the faint pink of her earlobe, a small smile playing at his lips. "Well, I wanted to check in. Is your place all set up now?"

Sunny blinked. "Sorry, I haven't really gotten around to it the past few days."

He nodded. "No problem. Are you free this weekend? We could look at it together."

She couldn't help but think: Was this really such a big deal that he needed to come by in person? And shopping for home decor together—weren't they starting to sound like a couple?

A flimsy excuse for conversation, but he played along, smiling. "I wear them sometimes. Met with a real old fox today—figured glasses would make me look a little less intimidating."

Sunny could only stare. Not really, but thanks for trying.

Stellan's gaze drifted across the room, catching on a framed photo on her dresser. The glass caught the light, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"When was this taken?"

Sunny stepped over and glanced at the picture. "My first year of grad school. My friend took it for me."

He slid off his glasses, as though wanting to see the girl in the photo more clearly.

Her smile was impossibly sweet, hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, cheeks flushed like a ripe peach.

He felt a sudden urge to bite.

Swallowing, he set the picture down, trying to maintain his composure as he glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. I should let you get some rest."