Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 58

Sunny had pointed at random, her gaze lingering on the boy's slim figure—especially next to the muscled male escort, he looked so out of place it was almost comical.

Zara hadn't expected her friend to go for the soft, puppy-eyed type.

"Alright then. You—and you—stay," Zara decided, gesturing at the two boys.

The boy in the white T-shirt blushed, sliding onto the seat beside Sunny. "Let me pour you a drink, miss," he offered, his voice fresh and clear, unmistakably that of a college student.

Sunny studied his clean, gentle face and was suddenly swept back to her university days.

Back in high school, Tristan had looked just like this—always in crisp white shirts, neat and fresh-faced, standing out in any crowd and making all the girls swoon.

She'd never screamed along with the others, but deep down, she'd thought Tristan was handsome to his very core.

By the time they'd made it to college, he'd gotten into working out, lost that delicate frame, and grown quieter by the day.

"Miss? Miss?" the boy said again, lips bitten shyly, his innocent eyes fixed on her.

Sunny snapped out of her daze and smiled. "How old are you?"

"Just turned nineteen," he answered, cheeks burning.

Nineteen, huh? When she was nineteen, she'd been chasing after Tristan herself.

The boy, still timid, asked, "Should I order another bottle for you?"

"Just get the cheapest one," Sunny said, half-laughing. "I haven't finished my work for tonight anyway."

She was about to agree when suddenly, a hand—veins blue beneath pale skin—casually grabbed the boy by the collar and hauled him off the booth, dumping him unceremoniously outside the VIP section.

A man radiating cold energy looked down at her as she took another swig of liquor and burped. "Sunny, I warned you about drinking too much. You never listen, do you?"

What were the odds?

The nineteen-year-old boy, watching both his clients disappear in a flash, looked like he might burst into tears. "Miss…"

Head down, Sunny trailed after Stellan to the parking lot. He stopped so suddenly that she walked straight into his solid back.

"Ow—" Sunny winced, rubbing her forehead, then shot him a resentful glare.

Stellan gave her a half-smile. "Painful? Good. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson, so you'll think twice before showing up in places like this."

Sunny bristled at that. "I'm an adult, you know! It's not a crime to go to a club."

"Hmm?" Stellan's voice dropped, the end of the word curling upward. "What was that? Care to say it again?"