Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 143

Tristan froze the moment he spotted Luna approaching, a flicker of guilt flashing across his face. He hadn't expected to run into her—he'd just been on his way to find Sunny, and the secrecy of his intentions made him feel oddly uneasy.

Luna, relieved to see he was unharmed, still couldn't hold back her suspicion. "Tristan, did you just go to Linden Avenue to see Sunny?"

"You told me you were working late at the office!"

Her accusatory tone irked Tristan. "Luna, what's with that attitude? I was just passing by. Who said I was looking for her?"

He shot back, bristling, "What, are you going to be like her now? Not trust me either?"

Luna bit her lip, her face flushing with embarrassment and then paling just as quickly. "…I'm not."

"Oh? Then why were you interrogating me just now?"

Luna shrank back, suddenly looking small and hurt.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she choked out, "Tristan, I'm just scared you're going to leave me."

Seeing her so vulnerable, Tristan's irritation melted away. He let out a quiet sigh. "Don't be ridiculous. Come on, don't cry. We're getting married next month."

He said it as much to comfort her as to remind himself.

Next month, he'd be married. After that, he and Sunny would truly be nothing but strangers.

Reassured, Luna nodded, wiping her eyes. "I just get scared sometimes. Tristan, I promise I won't let my mind run wild anymore. Just… love me a little more, okay?"

"Yeah," Tristan mumbled, his mind elsewhere.

Luna felt a fresh ache in her chest. She'd laid her heart out for him, but he still wouldn't say he loved her.

They sat in silence in the hospital waiting room, each lost in their own thoughts.

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The next day.

Today marked thirty-five days since Sunny's grandmother had passed. In just two more weeks, the traditional mourning period would be over, and all the memorial rites completed.

Sunny planned to bring some nourishing soup to Stellan that evening, so she left the law office early, heading back to her family's old house.

Here, on the thirty-fifth day, it was customary for the departed's daughter or granddaughter to handle all the arrangements.

Sunny shopped for groceries and cooked a few dishes herself.

She was just about to call everyone for dinner when her father, Sean, returned home.

"Sunny, you're here too?"

Once the rites were done, Sunny checked the clock—six o'clock on the dot.

In the kitchen, she saw the soup just finishing on the stove.

Abbey, the housekeeper, peeked in curiously. "Miss, are you bringing that home for dinner?"

Sunny shook her head. "No, Abbey. Could you please find me a thermos? I want to take it all with me."

"We have one—I'll go get it for you!"

Without lingering, Sunny packed up the fish soup and headed to Stellan's place.

As she entered the front gate, she noticed the house was unusually quiet. Not a single staff member in sight.

Looks like everyone really did take the day off.

She pressed the doorbell. A weak, low voice drifted from inside: "Sunny, you know the code. Just let yourself in. I can't get up."

He sounded so ill.

Why had he come home, anyway? He should've stayed in the hospital.

Sunny stepped inside. The first floor was empty, not a trace of him. Slipping off her shoes, she headed straight up to the second floor.