Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 38

"Guys, most of us have had a few drinks tonight—let's call for a designated driver," Jude Pierce suggested.

Sunny, ever the clever one tonight, hadn't driven at all—she'd hitched a ride with her boss.

Stellan's gaze drifted over with its usual cool detachment. "Attorney Carrington, you didn't drive?"

"It's tough to get a cab around here," someone pointed out.

His eyes flicked to her phone, where a ride-sharing app was open. "No need to call a ride. You can come with me. The rest of you, get a driver."

"So I'll just give Attorney Carrington a lift, since it's on my way."

Sunny: Wait, what?

Internally she was screaming, shaking her head—No, no, no, Uncle Stellan, couldn't you just pretend you don't know me at a time like this?

Predictably, the rest of the group had some rather interesting expressions.

Sunny glanced nervously at Attorney Glenn. Wyatt's brows knit together, his look full of meaning. "Actually, I live near Sunny. Maybe I should take her home?"

Stellan's voice was deep and indifferent. "Didn't you have a drink, Attorney Glenn? It's hard to get a driver out here anyway. Don't worry, I'll make sure Attorney Carrington gets home safely."

And that was that—Sunny trailed after Stellan and climbed into his car.

Charles, the manager from Finance, watched their retreating figures with a sly grin. "Attorney Glenn, that new Carrington on your team is something else."

After all, everyone knew what kind of man their CEO was—so strict that he wouldn't even let a fly get too close—yet here he was, letting her into his car without a second thought!

Jude Pierce felt a flicker of confusion himself, though he kept his composure for the CEO's image. "Come on, Manager Charles, don't let a few drinks get you talking nonsense. Mr. Lawson's just giving a client a ride. What's so odd about that?"

Manager Charles shot him a look—You want to say that again without laughing? Do you even hear yourself?

Then he turned and gave Wyatt a toothy smile. "Attorney Glenn, let's have a proper chat about the merger next time you visit the office."

Wyatt was left with a complicated feeling. The agency contract was almost within reach, but why did it feel like his star pupil was about to be stolen away?

—

Sunny puffed her cheeks in frustration and stared out the window.

Stellan, meanwhile, seemed lost in his own thoughts.

Before she knew it, they were parked outside her apartment building.

"We're here, Uncle Stellan. Thanks for the ride." She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the handle—only to find the door locked.

She tilted her head, eyeing him with confusion. "Uncle Stellan?"

"Try not to drink too much at night," he said quietly, not looking at her. "If someone really tries to push drinks on you, just—drop Tristan's name."

Sunny burst out laughing. "Uncle Stellan, his name doesn't carry half the weight yours does."

As soon as she said it, she realized her mistake.

His naturally cool voice dropped even lower, a hint of warmth threading through the huskiness. "Then use mine. All right?"