Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 153

When Sunny finished her nightly routine and was just about to crawl into bed, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.

She hesitated, half-dreading it might be a client, but picked up anyway.

The moment she recognized the voice on the other end, her expression darkened.

"It's me. You can either come downstairs, or I'm coming up," Tristan's tone left no room for argument.

Sunny clicked her tongue, exasperated. "Tristan, have you even bothered to check the time?"

"When you put Luna on the trending page, did you think about what time it was then?"

Sunny froze.

So that's why he was here—because of Luna.

"I'm giving you three minutes. Unless you want your neighbors to report you for causing a scene in the middle of the night."

Her eyes grew cold. "Fine. But this is the last time. Next time, I'm calling the police."

Three minutes later, Tristan leaned against his car, watching the woman he hadn't seen in ages.

The last time they'd met, he'd dropped off a gown for her to wear. In reality, it had only been a week, but to Tristan, it felt like a lifetime.

Sunny had come downstairs in a silk nightdress, throwing on a loose cardigan as an afterthought. Her long hair, usually loose around her shoulders, was now twisted up, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

Tristan's gaze lingered on the pale skin above her collarbone. He swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat that betrayed the cool exterior he tried so hard to maintain.

Sunny had rushed downstairs so he wouldn't storm up and make a scene. Only now, with Tristan's eyes fixed on her, did she realize just how exposed she was. She shot him a look of clear annoyance and tugged her cardigan tighter around her.

"Tristan, if you have something to say, just spit it out."

Whatever trance Tristan had been in shattered instantly.

He stared at her, eyes dark and searching, his voice low. "Was the trending scandal your doing?"

"So jealous of her you had to buy her some bad publicity?"

He stepped closer. "If you were really that jealous, you shouldn't have broken off the engagement. You'd still be Mrs. Lawson right now."

Sunny rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible. "Stop. Just stop with your ridiculous theories."

Then came her icy reply.

"No. No jealousy, no agenda. I just find you both insufferable."

"Tristan, your wedding's next month. Do me a favor and leave me alone from now on."

Tristan's breath caught. "You… you already know?"

He immediately thought of his cousin. "Was it Zara who told you?"

Sunny's lips twisted with a half-smile. "No. Once you set a date, Luna couldn't wait to come rub it in."

"Congratulations. I hope you get everything you want. And congratulations to me, too."

Congratulations for finally escaping this mess.

A flush crept up Tristan's neck. "Sunny, what's that supposed to mean?"

Her "congratulations" shattered whatever confidence he had left, leaving it in pieces at her feet.