Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 175

"Auntie, could you take this out for me?"

After whipping up two more side dishes, Sunny finally wrapped up her work in the kitchen.

Stellan appeared behind her, looking strikingly out of place in his immaculate suit amid the homey clatter and aroma of cooking.

Sunny's hands were slick with oil; she raised her palm and called out, "Hey, you're back. Dinner's ready—why don't you go wash up and get ready to eat?"

Stellan blocked her way, as solid and unwavering as a wall. His gaze dipped, deep and intent, locking onto her face.

"I heard you missed me today."

Sunny blinked in surprise. "Who told you that?"

He smiled, lips curving with a hint of amusement. "No need to be shy, I'm not making fun of you."

"Next time you think about me, just call. I want to hear your voice when you do."

It was clear he wanted to hear her say it out loud.

Sunny realized he'd gotten the wrong idea, but she didn't bother correcting him.

"Could you step aside, please?"

Stellan didn't budge. He arched an eyebrow, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "Need a hand? Your hands are greasy—let me get that apron off for you."

Before she could protest, his large, gentle hand caught her, spinning her around so she faced away from him.

His cool fingertips traced a slow path from her spine down to her waist, sending tingles up her back. His voice came from just above her head, low and smooth, as if his lips were brushing her hair. "Don't move."

The words made Sunny's ears burn.

She stood ramrod straight, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, unable to see his face behind her. Suddenly, she remembered that look in his eyes the last time he'd taken his medicine—the way desire flickered there.

"A-are you done yet?"

"Not yet. You tied this in a knot."

He was grinning, that devilish smile still playing on his lips. "Maybe if you put your hands up, I'll help you take it off."

Stellan released her hands, all business. "Done. You're free."

Sunny didn't even look at him. Cursing him as an absolute scoundrel under her breath, she bolted from the kitchen.

Reed Lewis, their housekeeper, saw Mrs. Stellan emerge, cheeks aflame, and paused in surprise. "Um, sir, her face is really red—do you think she's coming down with something?"

Stellan smiled faintly. "She's fine. Thanks, Reed. You and Mrs. Parker go eat, too."

Reed and the cook had their own little dining area. They quietly gave the newlyweds some space—after all, anyone could see just how wrapped up in each other they were. If they could spend ten minutes flirting in the kitchen, they clearly didn't need an audience.

Sunny retreated to her room, scowling at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was still bright red, and she couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed.

After washing her hands, she realized she didn't even have the nerve to go down and face everyone at dinner.

But then, she heard his voice from outside the door.

"Honey, open up. Let's go down and eat together."