Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 132 Klein had been joining Whitney for dinner at Moore Manor for three days straight. April watched them with a warm, satisfied smile. 'Klein really spoils Whit,' April thought to herself. 'If Whit's mother knew, she would be resting in peace. At seven o'clock, Klein was still hanging around, clearly dragging his feet about leaving. Whitney nudged him, "Klein, time to go home." Klein grabbed her soft little hand and peppered it with kisses. "I miss you so much. I really can't bear to leave.

The three days you weren't here, I could barely sleep." Whitney chuckled, "Come on, you're being dramatic. We don't even sleep in the same room." Klein's eyes glinted with mischief as he stared straight into hers, his gaze full of meaning. Then, slowly, his eyes traveled down, lingering on her nose, her lips, the flush on her neck, before drifting even lower. Whitney, feeling shy, reached up to cover Klein's eyes. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her cheeks burning. "You," Klein said, his hand gently pulling hers down and locking it behind her back.

"Babe, starting tomorrow night, we're sharing a room." His meaning couldn't be clearer. Whitney pushed him out of Moore Manor and bolted back to her room. Klein glanced at his own hand, feeling a bit let down. 'Man, she's so shy. How's she gonna survive tomorrow?' he wondered. Whitney's thoughts were all over the place. Klein's smoldering look had almost melted her on the spot. After who knows how long, she finally managed to calm herself down. Even so, she just kept tossing and turning in bed, sleep nowhere in sight. Half-asleep, Whitney got up and stood by the window.

Suddenly, she spotted a faint flicker of fire behind the rocks in the garden. 'Where's that fire coming from?' she wondered. Whitney threw on a coat and headed downstairs. April was crouched behind the rocks, the flickering fire casting a melancholy glow on her face as she stared off into space. "Mrs. Moore, Whit finally found a good man to marry. You don't have to worry about her anymore. She's doing great," April murmured softly. "Mrs. Moore, please don't blame me. Laura's got my family back home under her thumb, and I was too scared to rat her out.

I know what happened to you wasn't right, but please, don't blame me, okay?" April pleaded, her voice trembling. "Mrs. Moore, I'm burning some paper for you. Rest in peace," April said, her eyes filled with sorrow. The creak of a door sounded behind April, making her heart skip a beat. She spun around, voice trembling, "Who's there? Who's behind me?" April hugged herself, watching warily behind the rocks. As the face came into focus, her throat went dry. "W-Whit... Miss Whitney!" April stammered, panic in her voice.

Whitney's voice was icy as she hissed through clenched teeth, "April, who did you just say died unfairly?" ***** Dustin and the guys had thrown Klein a bachelor party. The crew was already plotting, all hoping to get him totally wasted. Klein was ready for them. "Why should I drink? Only if you beat me at dice, then I'll drink." Eric was the first to jump in. "Alright, Klein, I'll be your first challenger!" But just fifteen minutes in, Eric was knocked out of the game.

Before dashing off to puke in the bathroom, Eric yelled, "Oliver, get in there, you mutt!" Oliver shot back, "Says you, dog!" Still, he snatched up the dice and took his turn. He managed to hold out a bit longer, but after half an hour, he was racing for the bathroom to hurl. Klein spun the dice in his hand, grinning at Dustin. "Still up for another round?" Dustin threw up his hands. "Nah, man-boss, legend, I'm tapping out! Let's call it a night.

Big day tomorrow, gotta be ready for the wedding!" Klein gave him an approving nod, slung his coat over his shoulder, and swaggered out like he owned the place. Dustin watched Klein's cool exit, lips twitching in a mix of defeat and admiration. 'Seriously, what were we even thinking, trying to mess with the big boss?' Dustin thought, shaking his head. He hoisted one guy under each arm and called out, "Hey, someone come pick up your boys! Yeah, they're totally wasted!" As the sleek black Bugatti cruised down the early morning streets, everyone turned to stare.

"Who's throwing a wedding with this kind of extravaganza?" someone muttered. "Twelve Bugattis! There are barely a dozen in the whole country! Which Beijing tycoon is showing off like this?" another person gasped. By 8 a.m., the trending searches were all about those twelve Bugattis. Twelve Bugattis as wedding cars? That's over 400 million dollars rolling down the street! At exactly 8:08, Klein arrived at Moore Manor with his fleet of luxury wedding cars, making a grand entrance right on schedule.

He stepped out of the Bugatti, his crisp suit and gleaming leather shoes catching the morning light as he moved with calm confidence. Klein's handsome features were defined yet gentle, and in his long, elegant fingers, he held a stunning bouquet-about to be given to the woman who'd been living rent-free in his heart. His groomsmen, all looking sharp in their tailored suits, followed close behind. With their long legs and matching strides, they swung open the doors of Moore Manor like a squad of runway models. Klein faced April with a confident smile.

"I'm here to bring my bride home." April was caught off guard by his presence, momentarily flustered. "Y-Yes, of course!" "Miss Whit is upstairs," April managed, her voice a little shaky. Samuel watched as Klein strode in like he owned the place, his heart racing. "Klein, you made it!" "Yes, Mr. Moore, I'm here to take Whit home," Klein said, his tone full of promise. Upstairs, Lena was leaning over the windowsill when she suddenly burst out, "Whit, Uncle Klein's here!" "Joanne, quick!

Let's block the door and make them work for it before we let them in," Lena said, her voice bubbling with excitement. Things were getting rowdy outside the door-they were heading upstairs. Whitney sat nervously on the bed, her wedding veil perched on her head, heart fluttering with anticipation. "Babe, open the door," Klein's smooth voice called from outside. "I'm here to take you home." "No way!" Lena hollered, hyping up the crowd. "If you want through this door, show us you mean it!" Klein's eye twitched as he realized his own niece had switched sides to join the bridesmaids.

"Lena, check your phone-tell me if that's enough cash for you." Chapter 132 Lena eagerly unlocked her phone, and the amount nearly blinded her with its sheer size. 55 vouchers She blinked in disbelief. "Uncle Klein, there are two bridesmaids here! Just sending one? That's totally bad luck." Klein glanced at Oliver. "She's your girl, you handle it!" Oliver pulled a face, but still did as he was told and opened his chat with Joanne. When that red exclamation mark popped up, the guys crowded around, snickering, "Damn, Oliver, you really messed up!

How'd you get blocked by the bridesmaid?" Inside the room, Joanne's cheeks turned bright red. After that night, she couldn't block that dog of a man fast enough. "Lena, check your phone and help me send the money to Miss Falls," Oliver called out, sounding a little awkward. Lena barely blinked as another six-figure transfer landed in her account. She covered her mouth, giggling. "Come on, Joanne, let's split the spoils!" Whitney couldn't help but laugh, half exasperated, half amused. "Lena, quit messing around!" 'Loot? Seriously, that's way too sketchy!' Whitney thought, rolling her eyes.

Even after pocketing the cash, the two bridesmaids kept the door firmly shut. Lena, the resident mischief- maker, was having way too much fun teasing Uncle Klein to let him off easy. "Uncle Klein, check your phone! Grab that megaphone and read what's on the screen out loud-do it, and I'll open the door!" Lena shouted, her voice full of playful mischief. Klein unlocked his phone, and everyone crowded around, all sucking in a sharp breath. 'Is Klein really gonna say these cringey love lines out loud?' they all thought, stunned. April, ever thoughtful, handed the megaphone to Klein.

"Miss Lena asked me to get this ready for you," she said. Klein took it, drew in a deep breath, and-ignoring the rowdy teasing from his buddies-just went for it. "Whitney, for the rest of my life, you're the only one I'll love, the only one I'll spoil rotten. I'll never lie to you. Every promise I made, I meant it from the bottom of my heart. "No matter what, I'll always trust you, no questions asked. If anyone ever tries to mess with you, I'll be there in a heartbeat to stand up for you. When you're happy, I'll be right by your side.

When you're upset, I'll do whatever it takes to cheer you up. To me, you're always the prettiest, hands down. I dream about you every single night." Dustin and the guys all sucked in a breath, totally stunned. "Bro, you're really putting it all out there!" Klein didn't even flinch, just kept his eyes glued to the door, like he could see right through to his bride in 17:35 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 132 that white dress. : 62 El 60 vouchers "Babe, open the door! Your hubby's here to take you home!" Klein called out, his voice full of warmth and longing.

Lena, looking smug, flashed her phone with Klein's love confession recording. She coughed twice for effect and shot a look at her bestie Whitney, who was sitting nervously on the bed. "Whit, should we open the door?" Lena teased, her voice playful. Whitney felt her nose sting with emotion, a lump rising in her throat. "Open it, Lena, she whispered. If Klein was the only gift the universe ever gave her, she was willing to take a chance on him all over again.

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