Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 93

Caleb knew he was in the wrong, so he rushed off to fetch a female doctor from the ER to tend to the precious woman in his arms.

When the doctor arrived and saw the woman lying on the hospital bed, she frowned in confusion.

"She's been drugged pretty heavily," the doctor murmured. "She's even bitten her tongue in several places."

She examined her patient more closely. "Her thigh too—look, she's bruised herself black and blue."

Behind the privacy curtain, Stellan's face grew darker, his chiseled features sharpening with an icy edge.

Sensing the chill radiating from him, Caleb edged a step away. Stellan was not someone to cross right now.

"I'll start an IV drip," the doctor said briskly. "Are you family? Here, take this form to the front desk and pay the fee first."

Caleb started to protest that she should treat the patient first, but before he could speak, Stellan's pale, elegant hand reached out and took the form.

"Yes, I'm family. Thank you, doctor."

Caleb could only gape in disbelief.

—

"Hey, Aunt Grace, she's gone!"

Grace Quinn gasped, her voice tense. "What? How did that happen? How could you let her get away?"

"I found her in the restroom, but then someone came out of nowhere and kicked me down. Next thing I knew, I was seeing stars—and when I looked up, she was gone!"

Someone had rescued that troublesome girl!

"Was it a man? Did you see his face?"

Her nephew shook his head. "No, Aunt Grace, I told you—I was seeing stars!"

Useless fool, she cursed inwardly.

"Fine, just come back. I get it."

Chloe saw the look on her mother's face and leaned in, whispering, "Mom, what's wrong? Did Sunny escape?"

"She did."

If this plan failed, getting another chance to deal with that girl would be much harder.

—

Sunny didn't regain consciousness until an hour later.

She shook her head. "I can handle it this time."

"But Stellan, does your offer from last time still stand?"

His dark lashes lowered as his eyes narrowed. "What offer?"

"You said… that you'd make it up to me for what Tristan did. You really meant it—any terms?"

A subtle, almost invisible smile tugged at Stellan's lips. "Yes."

"Anything you want."

He leaned in suddenly, close enough for her to feel his breath. "Are you asking now?"

"I am." Sunny's voice was soft as a feather, brushing right against Stellan's heart—warm and teasingly light.

"But before I ask, I have a question."

He arched a brow. "Go ahead."

Sunny's cheeks flushed. She gripped the bedsheet tightly, gathering her courage. "I want to know… are you still single?"