Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 174

Sunny was practically glowing with happiness after learning she could return to work—her joy so obvious even Reed Lewis couldn't miss it.

He grinned. "Ma'am, did something wonderful happen?"

If it was the kind of good news that meant she was expecting, well, that would be even better!

Sunny's lips curved into a small smile. "Did Stellan mention what time he'll be home tonight?"

She mulled it over, wanting to ask discreetly if Jude Pierce had quietly pulled some strings on her behalf.

The only reason Manager Pierce would ever do her a favor was because of Stellan, after all.

Sunny was just curious.

She didn't expect, though, that her casual question would send the butler hurrying off to call Stellan with the "good news."

"Sir, your wife wanted to know what time you'll be home tonight. I think she misses you. She seems to have something she's excited to tell you."

Stellan glanced at his phone, where his assistant had just sent over his evening schedule, eyelashes fluttering as he considered. "She's happy, is she?"

"Very! Over the moon, sir. Do you think—could it be she's expecting?"

Stellan: "......"

They'd barely even held hands—how could she possibly be pregnant!

Of course, he didn't bother explaining that to his butler. His tone was mild and clear as he replied, "I'll be home by six. Reed, ask the cook to make extra—she loves fish."

"Yes, sir. I'll let Mrs. Lawson know right away!"

After hanging up, Stellan couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips.

He replayed that "she misses you" line in his mind, thinking wryly that next time she missed him, she ought to call him herself.

A knock sounded on the door; Quentin Chase stepped in. "Mr. Lawson, the driver's waiting downstairs."

Stellan nodded. "Let Mr. Shaw know I can't make it tonight—something's come up last minute."

Quentin hesitated a moment. Bailing on someone ten minutes before dinner—wasn't that a bit much?

"Just tell Mr. Shaw I'll make it up to him. Trust me, he'll understand."

Quentin pressed his lips together. "Alright. Is it a last-minute meeting with another exec?"

Just after six, Stellan arrived home right on time.

He set his suit jacket aside and slipped into matching house slippers—the same style as Sunny's—and walked through the entryway, catching sight of her working in the kitchen.

She was wearing a pale green apron, her slender waist bent over the counter as she focused on chopping vegetables.

A wave of warmth swept through Stellan.

This was his wife, cooking dinner just for him.

Reed Lewis was helping set the table and had just finished when he noticed Stellan had come in.

"Welcome home, sir."

The housekeeper poked her head out. "Mr. Lawson, your wife's cooking tonight. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!"

Sunny was so absorbed in her cooking that she didn't notice the intense gaze being sent her way from the dining room.

The fish came out of the oven, steaming and fragrant, topped with fresh herbs and a drizzle of olive oil.

The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering—Sunny couldn't help but feel pleased with herself.