Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 94

Stellan fixed his gaze on her, one eyebrow arching with mild surprise. "You're asking me?"

He let out a brief, amused snort, but his expression quickly smoothed over, calm and unreadable. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Is that question related to the condition you're about to bring up?"

Sunny's fingers twisted the bedsheet into creases. She fell silent for a while before finally murmuring, "Yeah, in a way, it is."

He watched her with an unhurried air, making no move to rush her. His voice even softened a little. "Go ahead. Say whatever's on your mind. I promised you, remember? Whatever you ask, I'll do my best to agree to."

She couldn't tell if she was imagining it, but there was something almost encouraging in his tone as it drifted into her ears.

Meeting his dark, fathomless eyes, Sunny swallowed hard. "Um... I wanted to ask—would you be interested in having a girlfriend?"

She paused, then blurted out the rest. "I need a boyfriend to help me deal with my family for a while. Would you be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend for three months?"

Sunny was no innocent fool.

She'd noticed that lately, Stellan's concern for her had gone far beyond what any family friend or elder would show her. And after all, she was just his nephew's fiancée.

Because of Tristan and Luna, Sunny knew she ought to keep her distance from Stellan. But what if he really was interested? Then she was willing to take the risk.

Stellan's eyes were as dark and still as the sea before a storm.

"I don't need a girlfriend," he said quietly. "But I do need a Mrs. Lawson."

A faint smile played at his lips. "Would you like to be Mrs. Lawson?"

For a moment, Sunny's mind went completely blank. Did he even realize what he was saying?

He kept his gaze steady on her, his tone gentle. "It's alright. You're still in mourning; you don't have to answer me right away. Once you become Mrs. Lawson, none of these things will trouble you anymore."

"Mrs. Lawson can use my name and influence to put anyone in their place, whenever you want. So—are you interested?"

Sunny felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.

He let out a low laugh. "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

She shook her head so hard her hair flew. "No, I just—wasn't expecting it, that's all."

Who wouldn't be shocked by a proposal like that?

She had been hoping to borrow his influence for three months—no more, no less. It'd be enough time to deal with the people she needed to face. She never imagined he'd go so far as to suggest marriage.

"Grandpa Lawson would never agree to this," Sunny mumbled.

After saying goodbye, Sunny caught a cab straight to the auction house. By the time she arrived, the place had long since emptied out.

Flashing her attorney's ID, she made her way directly to the security office and asked to review the hallway surveillance footage from earlier.

It all went smoothly enough. Armed with the video and the hospital's medical report, she headed straight to the police station.

Sunny never let herself be taken advantage of—by anyone.

With the police receipt in hand, she returned to her apartment feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Only then did she notice the bracelet on her wrist.

Wasn't this the bracelet she'd meant to buy for her grandmother at the auction?

Stellan had outbid her for it in the end.

And now he'd slipped it onto her wrist.

Why?

Everything Stellan was doing for her—he was making it all too easy to fall for him.