Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 4

Tristan didn't return to the house he shared with Sunny until the following day.

For an entire twenty-four hours, she hadn't sent him a single message.-

Getting bold, isn't she?

"Did Mrs. Lawson come home last night?" he asked.

Daisy shook her head. "No, sir. She said she was away on a business trip. Didn't mention when she'd be back."

A business trip, huh? Or is she just avoiding me?

Tristan honestly didn't care much. He figured she'd sulk for a while and come back on her own. After all, they were already engaged; the wedding pictures had been taken, and getting the marriage license was just a matter of time. As for her dramatic talk yesterday about not wanting to get married—he didn't take it seriously for a second.

Why wouldn't she go through with it?

"Alright, I understand," he said, heading straight upstairs.

The master bedroom—meant to be their marital suite—remained untouched, waiting for after the wedding. For now, he and Sunny each occupied their own guest rooms. So when the wedding portrait on the big white wall went missing, Tristan didn't even notice.

He'd barely sat down before his grandfather called.

"Tristan, did you and Sunny get your marriage license? I haven't seen any announcement in the family group chat."

Tristan hesitated. "Grandpa, something came up that day. We didn't get it done—I forgot to mention it. We'll take care of it right after your birthday dinner."

"The sooner the better. Let an old man have some peace of mind."

"And by the way, I heard Luna's back in the country."

Tristan knew why Luna had left five years ago—Grandpa had tried to arrange a marriage for her with someone she didn't care for. He'd never found out what Luna said to him, but after Grandpa canceled the engagement, she'd packed her bags and left without a word. She hadn't even told Tristan goodbye.

That year, Tristan's relationship with his family had been tense. It only began to thaw after his engagement to Sunny.

"I think she's back," Tristan replied, feigning indifference.

His tone seemed to reassure Grandpa. "Good. I'll have your father get in touch with her. She can't just come back and not visit home!"

[Still playing hard to get? Who agreed to break up? I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow night. Sunny, you know how much Grandpa cares about you. If you have any conscience left, you won't ruin his birthday just to make a point.]

His words were half threat, half warning.

Sunny let out a cold scoff.

[I'll go—if you pay my appearance fee. Kindly settle up in advance.]

She followed up with a string of bank details.

[Just note it as "service fee."]

Tristan's expression turned stormy. He couldn't figure out what game this woman was playing, but he didn't have time to argue. He transferred a hundred thousand dollars on the spot.

Sunny withdrew the money almost instantly, then sent him a meme: [Thank you, boss. You're the best.]

She didn't bother to add another word. Even that felt like a waste of her energy.