Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 145

Sunny had only dozed off for a moment before she realized, a little uneasily, that she'd just lost her composure.

"I'm sorry, Stellan. I think I got your pajamas dirty," she apologized, awkwardly.

Somehow, the man who'd looked so pale and sickly moments before now had color in his cheeks. He seemed full of life, not even feverish anymore.

Stellan's sharp eyes narrowed as he spoke up, "It's not really dirty—just a few of your tears, that's all."

Sunny shot him a look. "There were no tears! And definitely no snot!"

Was he really going to accuse her of that?

He shrugged. "Alright, if you say so."

With a casual sweep of his long arm, Stellan pulled off his shirt and held it out to her. "Would you mind taking this up to the laundry room on the third floor for me, Sunny?"

The sudden movement left his toned torso exposed to the air, muscles sharply defined and unmistakable. Sunny was startled—she wouldn't have guessed he was in such good shape if he hadn't undressed.

She felt her cheeks flush, heat blooming before she could stop it.

When she hesitated, Stellan smirked. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, or are you just mesmerized?"

He pretended to tug the covers lower, as if about to reveal even more. Sunny quickly turned her back to him, thrusting out her hand behind her.

"Just give it here—I'll take it to the laundry room!" she said, trying to sound brisk.

Stellan's blue eyes glinted with amusement. "Thanks, Sunny."

Once she felt the shirt pressed into her palm, she bolted upstairs, barely daring to look back. Her heart was still racing—he had startled her, to say the least.

But halfway up, she slowed, frowning. Who just strips off their clothes in the middle of a conversation? Wasn't he supposed to be sick?

Realizing she'd been played, Sunny grabbed her insulated soup container. "Well, if you're not sick, then I'll just head out."

"Wait," Stellan caught her wrist gently, coaxing, "I wasn't trying to fool you. Maybe it's just that your ginger fish soup worked wonders."

He added in a softer tone, "You forgot I was in that car accident yesterday, didn't you?"

Sunny hesitated. That's right—he'd posted about the accident online yesterday. Surely he wouldn't fake something like that, right? Lie to her, just for a bowl of homemade soup?

She relented, but not completely. "Still, you shouldn't just lounge around half-naked."

"I'm not half-naked," Stellan insisted with a teasing smile. "Didn't you just say my shirt got dirty?"

He softened, "Anyway, it's late. You should get going. Thanks for everything today, and sorry for the trouble."