Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 193

Sunny quickly threw herself into work.

At around ten-thirty, Jude Pierce stopped by to check on their progress. He seemed reasonably satisfied with the final version of the contract.

During a mid-morning break, Wyatt struck up some small talk with him, the conversation drifting aimlessly from topic to topic.

But Wyatt couldn't help noticing how Manager Pierce's gaze kept flickering over to his protégé. Was Pierce really checking out Sunny? The thought made Wyatt's head ache. Surely Pierce wasn't developing an interest in their Sunny!

Trying to steer things back on track, Wyatt offered a gentle reminder. "So, Manager Pierce, I heard you've got a new baby at home. Planning a christening or maybe a big first birthday party?"

Jude smiled. "Oh, that? We probably won't do anything elaborate for the christening—maybe just a small family lunch for the hundredth day. Nothing fancy."

Wyatt didn't actually care about Pierce's party plans. This was just his way of saying: you're a family man now, so keep your thoughts where they belong!

"Simple is good," Wyatt said with a laugh. "It's really just a tradition, after all."

Unfortunately, Pierce didn't seem to pick up on the hint. Wyatt watched him, noticing the way his eyes roamed, and decided to be more direct. He stood up and invited, "Manager Pierce, care to join me for a smoke break out by the stairs?"

Jude withdrew his gaze—completely unaware of Wyatt's suspicions—and grinned. "Sure."

They headed to the company's designated smoking area by the stairwell.

Wyatt lit a cigarette for him. "I envy you, Manager Pierce. You've got a great career, a family, a new baby—sounds like you've pretty much got it all."

Jude just chuckled. "I do alright."

He knew Attorney Glenn was divorced, so he kept his reply casual and didn't dig any deeper.

But today, Attorney Glenn seemed unusually chatty.

"I'm forty now," Wyatt went on, "so romance isn't really on my mind. But these days, young people don't seem interested either. Take our young Attorney Carrington, for instance. She was burned by a jerk not long ago, took her ages to bounce back. I was thinking of introducing her to someone reliable, you know, help her move on."

He shook his head, sighing. "She's a good kid—too trusting. I hope she doesn't get hurt a second time."

Stellan's pen stilled. He didn't remember hearing anything about that before he left home this morning.

He kept his expression neutral. "I see. Is this urgent?"

"Not particularly. Once you've reviewed it, we'll move on to the next steps."

Stellan put his pen down and glanced through the documents, then, seemingly offhand, asked, "Are they gone now?"

It was obvious who he meant.

"Not yet, sir. I asked them to wait a little."

"Oh, and, sir—just now, I was chatting with Attorney Glenn. He mentioned knowing some promising young prosecutor and wanted to introduce him to your wife…"

"What?" Stellan's eyebrow arched in lazy surprise. Was Wyatt seriously trying to set his wife up with someone else?