Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 27

Sunny tried to keep a straight face as Uncle Stellan questioned her so seriously, but she couldn't help feeling a little amused.

"I—I wasn't crying because of you," she explained quickly.

Stellan's face fell. If he'd been feeling uneasy before, now he was just downright unhappy.

"Well, that's good to know," he muttered.

"Then who was it?"

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering there. "Someone did this to you, didn't they? Who had the nerve? Tell me their name, I'll handle it myself!"

The crying had actually made Sunny feel much better—like a weight had lifted from her chest.

Feeling a bit awkward, she took his handkerchief and wiped her own tears. "No need, Uncle Stellan. I already took care of it myself."

Seeing his doubtful look, she repeated, "Really, Uncle Stellan. I got my own revenge."

Stellan saw she didn't want to talk and didn't push her further.

"Should I let Tristan know?" he asked.

Sunny's smile instantly faded. "No, Uncle Stellan. He's probably busy. Let's not bother him."

Stellan gave her a long, searching look but didn't say anything more.

At the hospital, the doctor quickly disinfected her burn and applied some ointment.

"You're lucky—no blisters. Just keep the area dry for a few days, use this cream three times a day, and the redness should be gone by tomorrow."

After picking up her prescription and thanking the doctor, Sunny was driven home again by Uncle Stellan.

He parked outside her building and watched as her figure disappeared into the entryway. Only then did he pull out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick. The tip glowed red in the fading light.

"Mr. Stellan, should I take you to the office?" his driver, Parker, asked.

Parker had been Stellan's driver since the man was a teenager—over fifteen years now. In all that time, he'd never seen Stellan so rattled over anyone. What really shocked him, though, was the realization that the young woman in the car—Miss Carrington—was apparently the eldest son's fiancée.

Stellan exhaled a final puff, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Parker. Not a word about today to anyone," he said quietly.

Then, glancing at Chloe, he added, "Chloe, Sunny's relationship with her father isn't great. Let me talk to her—you don't need to tell Mr. Carrington about what happened."

Luna's faint smile froze for a moment.

What did Tristan mean by that? Even after all this, he still cared about that woman?

Chloe's voice rose, indignant. "Why should I? Tristan, she threw boiling water at us!"

"And she insulted Luna! Are you seriously taking her side?"

Tristan's jaw tightened. "Don't worry. I'm not playing favorites."

The wedding was at the end of the month—he didn't want to push Sunny too far before then.

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The next morning, Sunny checked her reflection in the mirror. The redness on her neck had faded almost completely.

She pulled her hair up and chose a soft off-the-shoulder sweater, pairing it with wide-legged beige pants.