Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 154

"Oh? Shouldn't I be congratulating you?" Sunny arched an eyebrow, her tone laced with irony. "She's the woman you've pined after for years. Now you two can finally be together in the open. Really, I should be happy for you."

"Sunny, enough. I don't want to hear this. Stop pretending you're so magnanimous and strong, will you?" Tristan's voice dropped low, almost a growl.

Sunny's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her smile nonchalant. "Why would I be pretending? Besides, I forgot to mention—I have a boyfriend now too. So congratulations to you, and to me as well."

"What?"

Tristan felt his mind grind to a halt.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Sunny let out a contemptuous laugh. "I said, I have a boyfriend."

A recent photo he'd seen flashed through Tristan's mind. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight, voice seething. "Sunny, are you really going to throw yourself at some old guy like that?"

"So proud to be his little plaything, are you? What can he give you—money? I have money too! Why won't you just come back and ask me?"

A sharp slap rang out, echoing in the hallway as Sunny's palm landed squarely on Tristan's cheek.

Her eyes were icy now. "Tristan, don't you dare insult me with your filthy assumptions."

"Since we broke up, I've told you again and again—I don't love you anymore. Whoever you choose to be with, that's your business."

"If you harass me again, I'll call the police. No more warnings."

With that, Sunny turned and walked away without a backward glance.

She hadn't lied. Reality had long since worn her feelings down to nothing.

All she wanted now was a little revenge.

Tristan stood there at the foot of her building, stunned for what felt like an eternity.

It felt as if a giant fist had closed around his heart, squeezing until he could barely breathe.

How could she not love him anymore?

How could she just stop, so easily?

She used to love him so much.

He'd already forgotten why he'd come looking for her in the first place; now all he could think about was her with another man—an older man, no less, someone he couldn't help but look down on.

Jealousy gnawed at him, growing wild and bitter.

Turns out, the one eaten up with jealousy was him all along.

Tristan stumbled away in a daze, while Sunny returned to her apartment feeling nothing but utter exhaustion.

She hadn't brought her phone downstairs. Now, seeing the screen lit up on her bedside table, she picked it up.

Meanwhile, Stellan sat there, lips pressed in a thin line, staring at his phone, his expression unreadable.

He waited a long time, but her reply never came.

Maybe she really had gone to sleep.

Elsewhere, Caleb answered his phone in a half-daze, squinting at the caller ID and clicking his tongue. "Boss Lawson, what is it this time?"

How many times had his boss called him in the middle of the night now?

"I've got a question. Why do women not reply to messages?"

Caleb shook off his sleepiness, puzzled. "What?"

"I said, why would a woman not reply to messages?"

Caleb let out a dry laugh. Of course. The boss was lovesick again.

"Well, generally? If a woman's not replying, it's usually because she finds you annoying. Catch my drift?"

"Boss Lawson, is someone ignoring your texts again?"

Click. The line went dead.

Damn it! Not even a chance to tease him a little.