Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 3

After Sunny dropped that line, she turned and walked out, leaving everyone else in the private room exchanging uneasy glances.

Someone gave a sheepish laugh. "Wow, she's got quite the sense of humor."-

Another tried to smooth things over. "Don't take it to heart, Mr. Lawson. Just talk to her later, and she'll get over it."

A third scoffed. "Why bother? Why should he be the one to apologize? Mr. Lawson, don't spoil women like that—give them an inch, and they'll walk all over you."

"Enough!" Tristan's voice was icy, his patience worn thin by their chatter.

Luna tensed inwardly.

Since when did Tristan start defending that woman?

Had Sunny managed to take her place in the years she'd been gone?

Luna bit her lip, her voice soft and sweet: "Tristan, if you're worried Sunny's upset, I'll go and apologize, okay?"

She poked his side with her finger, her tone playful. "Don't be mad. Look, you've scared everyone."

When they were kids, she used to poke him under the table like this. Tristan could never resist her then.

Sure enough, the hardness around Tristan's eyes eased a little. "I'm not angry. Luna, I'd never be mad at you because of someone else."

Luna's cheeks flushed, her gaze dropping shyly. "Me neither, big brother."

Their friends cracked jokes, and just like that, the awkward tension Sunny had left behind melted away.

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Sunny went straight to the house she shared with Tristan—their newlywed home, a wedding gift from Grandpa Lawson.

"Ma'am, you're back!" Daisy, the housekeeper, was surprised to see her.

Weren't Mr. and Mrs. Lawson supposed to get their marriage license today? Why had she come home alone?

Sunny headed upstairs without a word. She hadn't moved in many things, just a single suitcase.

As she passed Tristan's study, something caught her eye—his tablet, left on the desk.

The chill in her fingers spread to her heart. Three thousand three hundred forty-four photos—every single one was a memory of Tristan and Luna.

Some were just Luna. Some were the two of them together.

And her? Tristan had always refused to take pictures with her. The only photo of them together was the wedding portrait hanging in their bedroom.

He'd told her he just didn't like being photographed. But here, in picture after picture, he was smiling brighter than she'd ever seen.

Sunny closed the tablet, careful to leave everything as she'd found it, as if she had never been there at all.

Daisy watched as Sunny came downstairs, suitcase in hand, curiosity flickering across her face.

"Ma'am, are you heading out on another business trip?"

She knew Sunny was a lawyer who traveled constantly, so the sight of the suitcase made her assume another case had come up.

Sunny paused, managed a quiet "Yes," then walked out without another word, her face unreadable.