Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 203

Just earlier, Mom had been hinting that they should start thinking about having a child soon—how could they do that if they weren’t even sharing a bed?

Luna, draped in silk pajamas, wrapped her arms around Tristan from behind. “Tristan, can’t you stop staring at your laptop for a bit?” she murmured, her voice soft and coaxing.

The delicate strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder, exposing her pale, flawless skin. She leaned closer, her tone sugary-sweet. “Won’t you look at me instead?”

Tristan’s breath caught for a moment, his eyes narrowing. But within seconds, he pushed her away—hard enough that Luna stumbled and fell to the floor.

Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with tears. “Tristan, you…”

Suddenly, the roar of a car engine outside signaled someone’s return.

Tristan didn’t spare her another glance. He strode to the window, eyes widening in shock.

They came back to the manor too?

Earlier, Stellan had sent a bodyguard to follow Tristan’s car. Only after confirming Tristan’s return to the family home did Stellan decide to head back as well.

He glanced at the housekeeper. “Where’s Tristan?”

The housekeeper looked just as confused as he was. It was rare for Mr. Stellan to spend the night at the manor.

“Mr. Stellan, Mr. Lawson is in the study.”

“Alright.”

With Sunny’s hand in his, Stellan went straight upstairs.

Just then, Tristan and Luna emerged from the study.

Their eyes met. Stellan’s gaze turned to ice.

“Tristan, didn’t I warn you last time to stay out of my way?”

Tristan clenched his fists, glancing subtly at Sunny before pressing his lips together. “Uncle, today you accused Luna unfairly.”

“She couldn’t possibly have the strength to move that heavy barrel, let alone dump water.”

Stellan let out a cold laugh. “Couldn’t she?”

He unlocked his phone and played a video right in front of them.

Sunny folded her arms. “Sorry, but I don’t think she was being foolish—I think she did it on purpose.”

Luna’s eyes filled with tears. “Sunny, how could you think that of me? What do you want from me—would you only be happy if I just disappeared?”

“No need for the dramatics,” Sunny replied, her voice cool but polite. “If you really want to make it right, record a public apology and post it on Twitter. Leave it up—no deleting.”

“What?” Luna stared at her, seething. “Sunny, I’m a public figure now. I might not have many fans, but I have some. Do you have to humiliate me like this?”

Stellan had little patience for her protests. “Two options. Either you post a video apology on every platform—I'll provide the script—or you pack your bags and leave the Lawson family. Your choice.”

“I…”

Magnus, watching his daughter squirm, felt a wave of frustration. Of all the people to cross, why did it have to be him?

Luna shot a desperate look at Tristan, but his attention was already elsewhere.

Her jaw clenched, bitterness burning in her chest. “Fine, I’ll do it!”

“By ten tomorrow morning, I expect to see it posted,” Stellan said coldly. “If not, deal with the consequences yourself.”