Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 82

Luna forced a stiff smile, lips pressed together. "No, Tristan. I just realized you weren't in the best mood."

If Sunny were sitting next to him right now, she probably wouldn't have put it that way.

Sunny, with her strikingly beautiful but always serious face, would have lectured him about traffic laws and rattled off the endless consequences of breaking them. Luna used to find her unbearably dull, but now—for reasons she couldn't explain—she almost missed that presence.

"Are you hungry? Want to grab something to eat?" Tristan asked, distracted, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Luna finally felt her nerves settle. "Sure, Tristan. I'll go with you."

Today had been absurd enough—getting engaged to Tristan on a whim—but at least she was finally free from all those tedious blind dates with insufferable suitors.

She really ought to thank Sunny for that. Who would have expected her to pull such a reckless move, hurting the enemy but taking an even bigger blow herself?

People would gossip about Sunny for a while—high society always needed someone to talk about—but once Luna and Tristan were married, everyone would forget soon enough.

Eventually, even Sunny would disappear from their circle entirely. A neglected daughter from an insignificant family—how could she ever measure up to Luna?

Tristan didn't notice the glimmer of smug satisfaction on Luna's face. Instead, he asked abruptly, "About what Sunny mentioned today—did you actually go see Wendy?"

Panic flickered through Luna's eyes. "Tristan, of course not! I honestly have no idea why Sunny would say something like that, but I swear to God—I didn't go see Wendy."

She quickly added, "Maybe Sunny's just upset about her grandmother being ill and needed someone to take it out on."

Tristan frowned, lines creasing his brow.

He trusted his sister, of course, but it was hard to believe Sunny would make up such an awkward lie just to frame Luna.

He couldn't make sense of it, and frankly, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

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Of all the restless, anxious people tonight, there was only one who seemed positively buoyant.

At The Golden Age Club, Caleb had barely slept after a late-night surgery when Stellan called him out for drinks.

Stellan's private suite was crowded with a group of men.

Julian Mercer, heir to the Mercer fortune, spun a lighter in his hand and asked with cool indifference, "Mr. Stellan, is this really a boys-only night?"

"Gotta admit, those headlines are dramatic. But the Carrington heiress who got dumped? Life's going to be rough for her now."

Alexander had barely finished gossiping when he caught Stellan's icy glare from across the couch.

Completely baffled, he asked, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Stellan's lips curled with a frosty edge. "Alexander, have you been spending too much time with that wannabe actress of yours? Who told you Sunny was dumped?"

He gave a soft, disdainful laugh. "It was the Carringtons who called off the engagement today."

Stellan stood, kicking the wastebasket aside. "I'm out. No point staying when the place is overrun with idiots."

Alexander sputtered, "What the hell—?"

Had he lost his mind?

Caleb just rubbed his nose, happy to sit back and watch the drama unfold. Damn. Someone just insulted the one person Stellan actually cares about.