Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 52

Sunny straightened up and shot a quick look at Stellan. "No, I'm good. You can drive, Mr. Lawson."

Stellan noticed her impatience, so he deliberately took his time before finally starting the car.

"So, Attorney Carrington," he drawled, "what do you want for dinner tonight?"

Sunny hesitated, then offered, "How about Crimson Moon House? We didn't actually get to eat there last time, remember?"

She gave an awkward little laugh.

Stellan's lips curled in a barely-there smile. "Alright, Crimson Moon House it is."

The whole drive, Sunny kept wanting to ask him—just how much had he overheard?

But she chickened out every time, keeping silent and pretending she was invisible.

They ended up in the same private booth as last time. Stellan ordered the same comforting fish stew. Sunny picked at her food, distracted, still clueless as to why he'd invited her out.

Desperate to fill the silence, she finally asked, "Did they tell Grandpa Lawson… about the engagement being called off?"

Stellan poured her a glass of water with leisurely care. "No word yet. I haven't been back home these past few days."

His dark eyes, deep and sharp as a starless night, fixed on her. "Do you want me to tell him?"

Sunny shook her head. "No. That wouldn't make sense."

If anyone should say something, it ought to be Tristan.

Stellan shrugged. "Alright, forget it. Did your dad agree to the breakup?"

A wry smile tugged at her lips. "Does it matter? I already gave him the news."

She'd informed everyone. If they chose to ignore it, the embarrassment would be theirs to bear, not hers.

Stellan's mouth quirked. "Got it."

After that, they really just ate. Neither of them brought up the call from earlier that day.

Sunny pretended not to notice. When dinner was over, she hailed a taxi on her own and headed home.

Stellan, meanwhile, made a casual call to Jude Pierce.

"Hello, Mr. Lawson?" Jude sounded puzzled—it was late, and he had no idea what the CEO wanted from him.

Sunny had blocked him on WhatsApp.

Frustrated, he tried calling—again and again, only to hear the same impersonal recording.

Had she blocked his number, too?

When Sunny finally appeared downstairs, he spotted her immediately.

"Sunny."

She'd just finished a late night at the office, hadn't even eaten yet, and had made a detour to pick up a bowl of that comforting fish stew from her favorite place.

She had to admit—their fish stew really was the best.

But no matter how delicious, the moment she saw Tristan waiting there, the air itself seemed to sour.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of getting an ulcer from all this drama?"

Sunny smiled sweetly. "Oh wait—make that a hundred and eight ulcers."