Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 139

It was a lazy Saturday when Sunny arrived at the furniture store where she'd agreed to meet Stellan.

Today, he'd ditched his usual sharp suit for something more casual, and with his silver-rimmed glasses, he looked surprisingly approachable—almost like a different person.

"Stellan, the store I bought from last time is on the fifth floor. Should we head up?"

He shook his head. "No rush. Let's browse each floor as we go. Look, there's a bed store just ahead."

Sunny gave him a look, her expression complicated. "You want to change your bed again?"

He replied matter-of-factly, "You don't expect a newlywed to sleep on an old bed, do you?"

She found herself speechless, her mouth suddenly dry. "Fine. Let's check it out."

It was his money and his house—he could look at beds all day if he wanted.

The moment they stepped inside, a sales associate spotted Stellan, noting his air of quiet affluence. She hurried over, all smiles and eagerness. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. Looking for a bed today? What size are you interested in? I'd be happy to show you some options."

Without missing a beat, Stellan said, "Show us the biggest, softest, most comfortable one you've got."

Sunny blinked. Wait, what?

"At the moment," the saleswoman explained, "our largest ready-made bed is king size, but if you'd like, we can custom-build one even bigger—up to eight feet wide. Would that be big enough?"

Stellan turned to Sunny, who was staring at him in disbelief. "Is eight feet wide too small?"

She gave him a look as if he'd lost his mind. "I think that should be plenty."

Seriously? Who needs that much space to sleep—unless you're planning to host a slumber party every night?

"Do you have one we can try out?"

The associate, sensing a big spender, smiled even wider. "Absolutely, right this way, please."

She led them to a display. "This bed frame is made from solid pine, with a floating design that gives it a unique, modern look. The headboard is genuine Italian leather—soft, durable, and easy to clean. But our real pride is the imported luxury mattress."

She gestured proudly. "It's the same brand used by the British royal family—certified organic wool from the UK, blended with the finest Turkish cotton. Incredibly soft, breathable, and built to last. Only eighty of these are made each year."

Stellan sat on the mattress, testing it. He had to admit, it was comfortable.

He turned to Sunny. "Want to give it a try?"

She forced a smile. "No, that's okay. You're the one who'll be sleeping on it, after all."

Oblivious to her silent judgment, Stellan simply said, "Come on, let's check out the second floor."

They walked side by side toward the escalator.

From a distance, Chloe grabbed Luna's hand, her voice excited. "Luna, isn't that Sunny over there?"

Luna had invited Chloe out to shop for things for the new house she and Tristan were moving into. Running into Sunny here was the last thing she expected.

Luna squinted. "It does look like her. But Chloe, who's that man with your sister?"

He seemed vaguely familiar, but Luna couldn't quite place him.

Chloe, ever quick, whipped out her phone and snapped a photo.

"Hmph! Must be her new sugar daddy. I mean, just look at him—screams married man if you ask me."

Finally, she'd caught some evidence. She couldn't wait to show her dad when she got home.

Luna narrowed her eyes, studying Stellan's broad shoulders and trim waist. "Really? Chloe, I don't know… from behind, he looks—"

"Luna, don't be fooled. Guys like that look impressive from the back, but just wait till you see his face. He's probably some old guy trying to turn back the clock. When you see him from the front, you'll get it—total letdown!"