Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 204

The commotion in the house was loud enough to echo through the halls at this late hour, but Tristan’s grandfather, Father Benedict, heard it and couldn’t be bothered to come out.

If he stepped outside, he'd just have to settle disputes again—he really just wanted some peace and quiet for once.

But his ungrateful son was determined to make sure he was awake. “Dad, are you asleep?”

Father Benedict rolled his eyes beneath heavy lids and mumbled, “I’m sleeping!”

“Dad, since you’re not actually asleep, could you come out for a minute?”

Grumbling under his breath, the old man—well into his sixties—swung his legs out of bed. “Stellan, how did I end up with such a dutiful son?”

Stellan’s expression was unreadable. “Dad, Luna made a mistake. Tomorrow, she’ll be posting a public apology online. I’ll have to trouble you to keep an eye on her.”

“After all, you’re the head of the family.”

Father Benedict shot him a glare. It always seemed to be about that precious wife of his. How had he never realized his son was so utterly henpecked?

“Alright, I get it. I’ll make sure she apologizes, alright?”

That granddaughter-in-law certainly wasn’t family by blood. Marrying into the Lawson family was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to her, so what more could she possibly want? Did she have to stir up trouble every single day?

He’d have a word with her tomorrow, that was for sure.

“Oh, by the way, shouldn’t we arrange to meet with Sunny’s family soon? It’s about time we started planning the wedding.”

A faint smile played at the edges of Stellan’s lips. “Of course, Dad. I’ll leave you to your rest, then.”

Father Benedict: ……

So much for “not disturbing” him. How did he end up with such a cunning son?

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As soon as Stellan left, Magnus’s face darkened.

“Luna, what possessed you to go picking a fight with your uncle?”

Luna could barely stand the thought that tomorrow she’d have to publicly apologize online to that little brat. The humiliation made her sick to her stomach.

But Tristan and her adoptive parents showed her no sympathy; the moment trouble arose, all they did was scold her.

As they stepped inside, Sunny called out softly, “Stellan, thank you for standing up for me tonight.”

Stellan’s gaze lingered on her fair face, but in his mind he kept replaying the image of her earlier—her innocent eyes, her damp hair clinging to his shirt.

“How do you plan to thank me?” His usually smooth voice came out rougher than he intended.

Under the heat of his gaze, Sunny looked away, suddenly shy, her lips parting as she stammered, “I… I meant a thank you in words…”

A slow, playful smile curved Stellan’s lips. “Is that so?”

“Well then, I’ll take you at your word.”

Before she could react, Sunny’s eyes flew wide as his handsome face dipped close.

With a mischievous glint, Stellan hooked his arm around her waist, his lips finding hers—hungry and possessive.

His crisp, clean scent overwhelmed her senses, stealing her breath in an instant.

No matter how many times they’d kissed, Sunny still hadn’t learned how to handle him.