Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 133

Sunny hadn't expected Stellan's promise of "next time" to come true so soon. With a resigned nod, she agreed, "Alright."

Stellan caught the flicker of reluctance in her eyes, but acted as if he hadn't noticed.

Hands in his pockets and his expression unreadable, he said simply, "Let's go."

"...Okay," Sunny replied.

They walked side by side to her front door. Sunny pressed her thumb to the fingerprint scanner.

She could feel his gaze burning into her back, watching her every move.

Stellan's eyes lingered on her slender fingers as she unlocked the door—pale, delicate, unmistakably hers.

He'd already given her the code to his place. When would she be willing to share hers?

As the door clicked open and a gentle mechanical voice announced her arrival, Sunny flicked on the hallway light.

"Wait here. I'll grab your things," she said.

So, she wasn't inviting him in. Message received.

Unbothered, Stellan waited quietly by the door, watching as she hurried away. A faint smile tugged at his lips, almost involuntarily.

Today, she had her hair in a simple ponytail. It bounced with every step, impossibly cute.

The more he watched, the more she reminded him of a rabbit.

His gaze drifted to the shoe rack by the door, where he spotted a pair of brand-new men's slippers wrapped in clear plastic.

Had she bought those for him?

Sunny rushed back, cheeks tinged pink from the brisk walk. "Here, look—these are yours. You left them here the other day, so I put them away for you."

Stellan took them from her, his cool fingers brushing her palm. The half-smile was still there, teasing. "Thank you."

Then his eyes settled on the slippers by the door, his voice low and a little rough. "Are those for me?"

Sunny hadn't expected him to notice. "Yeah, I just picked them up at the store."

She couldn't have him wandering around barefoot every time he visited, could she?

Looking pleased, Stellan nodded. "Well, I guess I won't get to try them on today. Maybe next time."

Sunny was speechless.

Wait a second—she hadn't meant to invite him over again! And they were just slippers, what was there to "try on"?

Stellan didn't linger. He slipped his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, the silver frames catching the light with a cool, steely gleam.

"I'll be off. Good night. See you this weekend."

"Good night. See you this weekend."

Luna might have been brushed off by Sunny, but she refused to believe Sunny truly didn't care.

She was convinced it was all an act.

"Chloe, I'm getting married," Luna announced, eager to share the news with her friend.

Chloe was stunned. "Are you serious? Luna, you're marrying Tristan already?"

It was all because that wretched girl had gone to Luna's father, spinning tales and pretending she wanted to reconcile with Tristan. Otherwise, her father would never have taken her side!

"Of course I'm serious. Chloe, the whole thing was arranged by Uncle Stellan."

At the mention of Uncle Stellan, Chloe's eyes dimmed.

That man—so distant, so unattainable.

If only she could marry into the Lawson family. But given how things were turning out, it seemed more impossible than ever.

Still, Chloe wouldn't give up. "Luna, have you picked your bridesmaids yet? We're so close—you'll let me be one of your bridesmaids, right?"

Luna smiled. "Of course. Chloe, I couldn't imagine my bridal party without you."

With Chloe at her wedding, she'd have the perfect ally to show up Sunny.

But why had Luna befriended Chloe in the first place?