Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 181

"What's your problem? Are you out of your mind?"

Luna stormed off in a huff.

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The little scene hadn't bothered Sunny in the slightest.

She set the gift box on the dining table, but after a moment, it didn't feel quite right—like she wasn't being sincere enough. So, she picked it up and carried it upstairs, finally placing it on his nightstand.

After fussing with the position until it looked just right, Sunny left, satisfied.

She'd already turned down Mr. Shaw yesterday; she couldn't stand Stellan up tonight as well.

"Mr. Lawson, that was cold of you yesterday!" she teased over the phone. "I'd already cleared my schedule, but you left me hanging!"

Stellan chuckled softly. "My apologies, Mr. Shaw. My wife keeps me on a tight leash. Hope you'll forgive me."

Ethan Shaw paused, surprised. "Wait, Mr. Lawson—you're married?"

When did that happen? He hadn't heard a thing!

Stellan nodded, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Not long ago. We just signed the papers. Still planning the wedding, but I'll be sure to invite you. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the celebration."

"Absolutely! I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Ethan's eyes sparkled with mischief. Who would've thought—Mr. Lawson, of all people, was under his wife's thumb!

For a moment, the man who seemed untouchable in the business world seemed a little more human.

By the time Stellan finished the dinner and made it home, it was already eleven.

Reed Lewis hadn't dared to go to bed. "Sir, let me make you some sobering tea."

Stellan tugged at his tie with one hand. "No need. Is my wife asleep?"

"Yes, sir. She went upstairs around ten and hasn't come out since. Oh, and sir—she bought a gift for you."

Stellan's eyelashes flickered. "A gift?"

"Yes. I saw her bring a box into the dining room, but then she took it upstairs. Maybe she'll give it to you tomorrow."

Stellan just nodded and headed up to the second floor without another word.

Irritated, she jumped out of bed and flung the door open. "Do you have any idea what time it is? I was asleep!"

"Sorry."

Her eyes flashed with annoyance, but then she met his gaze—those deep, dark eyes, his cheeks tinged with red. "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk," Stellan admitted, his voice low and rough. He laughed softly. "Sunny, you started this."

Before she could react, he caught her wrist and pulled her gently toward him.

She stumbled into his arms, taken completely off guard.

"Stellan, what are you doing?"

He lowered his gaze, eyes burning with intensity as he drew out his words. "What am I doing?"

He leaned in, the warmth of his breath—tinged with the faint scent of whiskey—brushed against her skin just behind her ear. But his eyes only held tenderness.

"I'm going to kiss you."