Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 132

"Come up front, sweetheart."

His tone left no room for argument. Sunny had no choice but to get out and slip into the passenger seat.

If she stayed parked at The Lawson Estate's entrance, anyone in the family driving by would spot them immediately.

As she settled in, the faint scent of her perfume drifted over. Stellan's lips twitched in the slightest of smiles before he pressed down on the gas.

Sunny kept her eyes deliberately fixed on the blur of houses and trees sliding past outside the window.

His voice—smooth and a little lazy—broke the silence. "Is next Saturday Wendy's memorial? Will you be going up to the cemetery? I could come with you."

Sunny shook her head. "No, not Memorial Gardens. We're holding it at the old house. Usually, it's the daughter or granddaughter who prepares the meal, and the family gathers to honor her at home."

Only for the major anniversaries do we go out to the cemetery, she thought, but there was no need to explain that to Stellan.

"Stellan, I'm sorry, but we can only get our marriage license after the memorial."

His expression darkened a shade. "Why are you apologizing?"

The distance in her voice unsettled him. They were practically about to get married, yet they sounded like strangers just making small talk.

Sunny hesitated. "I just… I didn't want you to feel rushed."

He gave a low laugh.

She squirmed a little at the sound. "...What's so funny?"

"Sunny, do I really seem that impatient to you?"

That's when she realized how her words had come out all wrong. "No, Stellan, I just meant—I was worried Grandpa Lawson was nagging you about your age."

Wasn't the whole point of their marriage license to put Grandpa Lawson's mind at ease?

But as soon as she finished, Stellan's smile faded completely.

Stellan's hands tightened almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel. "It was me who brought it up to Grandpa. After everything they pulled the other night, the sooner they get married, the better. Otherwise, it could affect Lawson Corporation's stock price."

Suddenly, Sunny remembered what her friend had said earlier. So that's what she meant—Stellan was the one who pushed for Tristan and Luna's wedding.

She smiled, amused. "You're right. Thank you, Stellan."

He was genuinely surprised by her gratitude, raising an eyebrow as if he'd expected her to be upset instead. Better she hear it from him than from someone else, he figured. He wasn't about to give her any reason to misunderstand his intentions.

The rest of the drive passed in silence. When the black Maybach finally pulled up outside Sunny's apartment building, she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Thanks for the ride. I'm home."

Stellan tapped his finger on the steering wheel, hesitating for a moment. "Did I leave my glasses here last time?"

"Uh, you did!"

He turned off the engine, unfastening his own seatbelt with a look of complete seriousness. "Well then, I'd better come up with you and get them."