Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 62

Zara couldn't shake off a sense of unease after that call.

She'd wanted to turn to Uncle Stellan for a bit of comfort—just a few words, maybe—but the moment she glanced at him, everything she meant to say died on her lips.

The man in the driver's seat gripped the wheel, his midnight-dark eyes veined with red.

"Zara," his voice was rough, the last syllables trembling, "text her. Tell her we'll be there in twenty minutes."

"But Uncle Stellan, it's at least forty minutes from here to Tristan's office…"

Before she could finish, he cut her off, voice low, "Twenty minutes will do."

It was as if the roads from the old estate to downtown had been cleared just for them. The black Mercedes sped through empty streets.

Nineteen minutes later, they were right on time, stepping out of the car.

Zara barely closed the door when she saw that tall, straight-backed figure striding toward the glass doors of the office building.

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Sunny had her head buried in her knees. She'd been waiting outside for what felt like forever, but the tremors rattling through her body just wouldn't stop.

She never would've called her best friend unless she was truly desperate. But this was Tristan's company, and she didn't want anyone to see her this vulnerable.

Especially not him—he'd already left with the girl he adored.

She knew she shouldn't feel this crushed, but fear and sadness threatened to swallow her whole.

Zara's voice came, quick and breathless: "Sunny, are you okay?"

The familiar sound shattered Sunny's fragile composure.

Her eyes turned red, voice trembling. "Zara, you're here. I'm fine—just a bit weak in the knees. I can't stand up."

"Uncle Stellan! What do I do?"

Sunny's heart skipped as she finally noticed the imposing man kneeling beside her, worry etched deep into his features.

"You can't stand?" His voice was tight, barely masking a surge of emotion.

Sunny managed a tiny nod. "Yeah. Just a little."

Before she could say more, his warm, steady hands slid beneath her knees and he scooped her up with startling ease.

He jerked his chin toward his niece. "Go press the elevator."

Zara froze for a beat, then snapped out of it. "Oh, right! On it, Uncle Stellan."

Sunny stared, a little stunned.

There was something swirling in Stellan's eyes that she couldn't decipher.

All she could focus on was his subtle scent—clean, understated, a hint of sandalwood—that seemed to calm the panic still fluttering in her chest.

"I…," she started, squirming to get down.

"Yeah. Sort of."

Zara, clueless, blurted out in concern, "Sunny, you never told me you had claustrophobia! When did that happen?"

Most people only developed that after some real trauma.

"Alright, let's get you to a doctor first." Stellan cut off his niece's questions.

"No, really, there's no need. Just take me home—I just need to rest." Sunny hated hospitals.

Stellan turned, fixing her with a look. "It's only nothing if the doctor says so."

Sunny could only sigh. "Fine."

Stellan drove them straight to the best private clinic in the Capital.

Zara muttered under her breath, "Uncle Stellan, why'd you bring Sunny to Caleb's hospital?"

Stellan's tone was mild. "Zara, just because you don't get along with him doesn't mean you can deny his skill."

When they arrived, Stellan bent low and lifted Sunny again.

She flushed. "You really don't have to—I can walk."

He didn't even acknowledge her protest. "It's not that far. Let me."