Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 66

Sunny arched a brow. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing much. I picked up a little something for you while I was in Malaysia—a bit of nourishing bird's nest. You never care to come home lately, living out there on your own, so take it and look after yourself, will you?"

Sunny stifled a laugh. "No need, Ms. Quinn. Why don't you save it for Chloe instead?"

"There's plenty at home, dear. Just swing by and pick it up—I'm parked right on Crestview Avenue in the silver car. What do you say, Sunny?"

With a sigh of impatience, Sunny ended the call and headed over.

She spotted Grace Quinn's car instantly.

"Sunny, over here!" Grace called, waving with a little too much enthusiasm.

Sunny hesitated. Why was she being so over-the-top today?

As she approached, Grace hurried to hand her the package. "If you can't figure out the instructions, just call me and I'll walk you through it."

Her fussing left Sunny little choice but to accept with a polite smile. "Alright, thank you."

Just as she took the package, Grace Quinn suddenly leaned in close. "Sunny, what's that on your face?"

Without warning, she lifted a napkin, aiming to wipe Sunny's cheek.

Sunny had a strange feeling—something was off. She tried to pull back, but the cloth in Grace's hand brushed her nose.

The world spun. Sunny's legs buckled beneath her.

"Sunny, sweetheart, are you alright? Is it your blood sugar again?" Grace's tone was all concern, but with surprising ease, she bundled Sunny into the car.

A satisfied smile flickered across her lips as she turned to the driver. "Take us home."

Sunny dug her nails into her palm, fighting to stay conscious. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, dear. I just need you to stay at home and behave in the days before the wedding."

"I told you, I'm not getting married!" Sunny shot back, furious.

He gave a dismissive shake of his head. "Don't worry. Grandpa never said the Lawson daughters had to go marrying for the family. Zara didn't have to. Neither do you."

Warmth spread through Luna's chest. "Thank you. You always look after me."

Tristan gave a curt nod, then glanced once more at the door, scoffing softly. "Let's go. Dad should be off the phone by now."

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Sunny stared at the locked door, then at the two maids stationed under her window downstairs.

So Grace Quinn was literally going to keep her prisoner now?

She grabbed her phone and texted Zara: [Babe, the wicked witch locked me up—guess she got tired of me trying to call off the wedding and decided to play hardball. Can you get someone to bust me out? I need to talk to your grandpa about cancelling everything.]

She had to call off the engagement face-to-face with Abbot. No running away from it.

[What? Is she insane? Hold tight, I'll send someone to get you out right now!]