Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 5

Sunny arrived at the villa right on time, dressed in a soft lavender gown that hugged her figure.

Her long, wavy hair was loosely tied back with a white ribbon, falling gracefully down her back. Her skin was pale as porcelain, her eyes bright and smile dazzling, yet even with such a radiant face, she exuded a cool, distant aura that kept people at arm's length.

Still, the lavender dress softened the sharp lines of her features, lending her a touch of unexpected gentleness.

Tristan had just opened the car door when he caught sight of her stepping into the garden.

It was the first time he'd seen her in something so form-fitting.

The dress traced every curve of her body, and for a moment, Tristan couldn't tear his eyes away.

There was a dangerous allure to her beauty tonight—enough to make his pulse race.

Tristan's brows drew together, his tone abrupt. "Go upstairs and change."

Sunny snorted softly, "And why should I?"

"Tonight's Grandpa's birthday dinner. You dressed like this—" he paused, searching for the right words, "—you're drawing too much attention."

Sunny opened the back door of the car with practiced elegance. "Good. That's the point. Maybe next time at your funeral I'll pick something more understated."

"Sunny," Tristan ground out her name through clenched teeth.

But she ignored him, sliding smoothly into the back seat.

Tristan got into the driver's seat, his voice cold and commanding. "Sit up front. I'm not your chauffeur."

Sunny glanced at the pearl earring lying on the front seat's floor mat, her eyes darkening. "I think I'll pass. Looks pretty filthy up there. Wouldn't want to ruin my dress."

Tristan wondered if she was on her period these days—her temper was all over the place. But her cycle wasn't due until the end of the month, wasn't it?

Time was running short. As the eldest grandson, he couldn't afford to be late.

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The Lawsons were the most illustrious family in the city, and as the eldest son, Tristan had no shortage of admirers and hopeful social climbers.

He patted the back of her hand through the silk scarf, his voice gentle. "Be good. I need to speak with Mr. Wolfe from AstraLink Technologies. Enjoy yourself for a bit."

Sunny tugged her hand away, slipping free with a practiced ease.

After being wrapped in silk for so long, her palm was damp with sweat.

Tristan frowned but didn't press the matter—he had bigger priorities tonight. He turned away, face set in a cold mask.

No sooner had he walked off than the vultures descended.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Lawson's unshakable fiancée," a woman's voice drawled from across the room.

"Didn't you swear just a few days ago you'd never chase after him again?" another chimed in, her tone dripping with mockery.

Sunny cast a cool glance at the women, lips curling in a cold smile. "Oh? Did something happen to him? Is he suddenly impotent?"