Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 199

In the luxury suite of the club, Stellan sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself as the gentle rush of water echoed from the bathroom. He swallowed hard, acutely aware of his damp shirt and the lingering memory of her soft body pressed against him moments ago.

Thoughts he shouldn't entertain flickered through his mind—dangerous, possessive urges to pull her close and never let go. Especially after she had called him "husband" just now; the word had gone straight to his bones and left him weak.

Gradually, the sound of running water faded and stopped. "Stellan, did my clothes arrive?" came Sunny's voice from the bathroom.

He opened his eyes, his long fingers hooking the dress as he walked to the door. His voice was low and rough. "They're here. Open up."

The door cracked open just a sliver. Her delicate, pale hand slipped through. "Thanks, Stellan. Just hand it to me," she said softly.

As he placed the white dress in her palm, his fingertips brushed her wrist by accident, sending a shiver through her. She recoiled instinctively.

Stellan's intense gaze darkened, something wild stirring in him. He smiled faintly. "Why so quiet now? Not going to call me ‘husband' again?"

Her hand vanished in a flash. The bathroom door slammed shut with a bang.

No answer.

Inside, Sunny clutched the dress to her chest, her heart pounding so hard it was all she could hear. When had she called him that? Oh, right—she'd blurted it out after he teased her with "wife." It had just slipped out. But if she'd slipped, what about Stellan? That was the second time he'd called her "wife" tonight.

She lingered in the bathroom for ages, too embarrassed to meet Stellan's eyes when she finally emerged.

"All done?" he asked.

Sunny nodded, pretending not to notice the teasing in his tone. Stellan let it go.

"I had security check the surveillance footage," he said.

Sunny's expression turned cold. "Who did it?"

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Across the club, Chloe and Luna were still giddy, the satisfaction of their little scheme chasing away Luna's lingering frustration.

Chloe's face drained of color. "Sunny, what are you doing?"

Luna glowered. "What's got you all worked up, Sunny? Here to pick another fight?"

Without a word, Sunny tipped half a bucket of icy water straight over their heads.

"Ma'am, there's another one," the bodyguard offered helpfully.

Sunny took the second bucket and dumped it on them as well. Now the two were completely drenched, water pouring off their designer dresses.

Chloe shrieked, "Sunny, have you lost your mind?"

Sunny gave a short, sharp laugh. "Funny, Chloe—when you dumped water on me, did you ever worry I might go crazy?"

She leveled them with a steely glare. "Let me warn you both: mess with me again, and next time it won't be just cold water."