Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 19

Inside the VIP suite at the Golden Age Club, the air was thick with the scent of whiskey and the low hum of bass from the lounge below.

Tristan stared blearily at the glass in his hand, jawline sharp beneath the dim lights. He tipped his head back and drained the last of his drink. In front of him, several empty bottles lay scattered, silent evidence of his mood.

A few of his friends exchanged uneasy glances.

"Slow down, Mr. Lawson," one of them ventured, watching him refill his glass. "Did you have a fight with Luna?"

At the mention of the familiar name, Tristan's gaze flickered. "What about Luna?"

"Or is this about Sunny?" another guessed.

His eyes, already glazed with drink, snapped open, anger flaring in their depths. "Don't—don't say her name around me!"

He took a shaky breath, his words slurred and bitter. "Sunny, you just don't care, do you? No conscience at all."

"She's got no heart. We were supposed to get married, and she just—how could she…"

He trailed off, eyes closing as he slumped back into the sofa, completely lost to the world.

His friends stared at each other in shock. Since when did Sunny mean so much to him?

"Maybe we should call her to come pick him up?" someone suggested.

Blake Coleman, who had Sunny's number saved, pulled out his phone and dialed. The ringtone buzzed for what felt like ages, but no one picked up.

"Well?"

Tristan had gotten drunk before, but it was usually because of his beloved little sister, Sunny. Whenever that happened, Blake would call her, and she'd always answer—sometimes so fast, he wondered if she had his number set on VIP alert.

But tonight, there was only silence.

"She's not answering. Now what?"

Luna sighed and managed a faint smile. "If you're not going to choose, then I'm picking for you."

With considerable effort, she bundled him into a cab and rattled off the address to her apartment.

Tristan slumped beside her, unable to sit upright. He collapsed against her shoulder, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol as he muttered under his breath.

"Sunny, how could you tear up our wedding photos just because you were mad?"

"Sunny, you're being bad. I'll have to punish you…"

Luna's gaze darkened. So that was why he'd gotten himself drunk tonight—because of Sunny.

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Meanwhile, Sunny had made two big decisions today.