Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 68

"I'll make sure to have something milder at the wedding. Don't worry, Sean—the ceremony will go ahead as planned."

"Mr. Carrington! Hiding out here for some fresh air?"

Grace Quinn heard a sugary-sweet woman's voice through the receiver, and her face darkened instantly. "Where are you right now? Entertaining someone?"

Sean cleared his throat. "I'm at Golden Age. That was just a waitress passing by, Grace. Don't overthink it."

Without another word, he hung up.

Whatever drowsiness Grace had felt before was gone. Sleep was out of the question now.

She glanced at the time on her phone and dialed another number. "Is Mr. Carrington at Golden Age right now?"

Whatever answer she got, it made her frown. Grace marched to her closet and changed into something for going out.

As she drove away, her car passed Stellan's Maybach coming from the opposite direction.

Stellan's car pulled up in front of the Carrington estate.

He eyed the locked front gates and called Sunny.

Sunny had just heard a car leaving the garage. Now, with only herself and a handful of servants and bodyguards left in the house, this was the perfect chance to make her escape.

Right then, her phone rang.

Seeing the little rabbit avatar with red eyes pop up on the screen, Sunny hesitated.

Why him?

"Hello, Uncle Stellan…"

"I'm outside your house. Which room is yours?"

Sunny froze.

Sunny licked her dry lips. It was at least twenty feet down—a second-story jump.

"…Will you catch me?"

Stellan arched a brow. "Yes. I'll catch you."

Her heart thudded with nerves, but after a quick breath she screwed her eyes shut and leaped, aiming straight for his open arms.

She landed in a strong embrace, enveloped by warmth and the lingering scent of sandalwood.

Startled and giddy, she tipped her head up, voice bright with relief. "Uncle Stellan!"

His long lashes brushed his cheeks as he looked down at her, a subtle, secret smile on his lips.

"Yes," he murmured. "I've got you."