Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 135 Chapter 135 E 65 vouchers Whitney had barely managed to get out of bed by herself these past three days. Her waist felt so sore. Finally, after three days, the house staff started trickling back in. "Klein, you'd better clean up before they come back, or don't even think about laying a finger on me ever again!" Whitney snapped. She kicked him right off the bed, and the once cold and untouchable man was finally knocked off his high horse.

Klein, now totally hooked, leaned in with a husky voice, "Honey, after I clean up the bathroom, the windows, behind the couch, and the dining table, every spot we made a mess, will you have more fun with me next?" Every single spot was a place where they'd made out. Whitney's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. With a loud bang, the answer Klein got was the door slamming shut in his face. When Martin returned, he found the whole house, upstairs and down, spotless, not a single trace left from the newlyweds' wild days. It was just as clean as before the staff went on break.

But the way Whitney looked at Klein now? Her eyes told a whole different story. "Honey, you look like you've lost weight. Have some soup before you head out," Klein said. 'How could I not lose weight?' Whitney grumbled. 'It's all his fault for wearing me out!' she complained. Klein felt her sharp glare and said with a lazy smile. "Starving, huh? Want some ham?" Whitney shot him a deadly look and tossed the ham he'd put on her plate right back onto his plate. "I'm full! Not eating another bite!" Whitney snapped. Martin nearly dropped the tray in shock. 'How did Mrs.

Harris turn into a whole different person after just three days off?' he thought, bewildered. Klein scooped her up and settled her on his lap, coaxing her in a soft, pampering tone, "Hey, don't run off, sweetheart. If you don't like ham, just eat something else, okay?" Whitney could only watch as Klein fed her slowly, one bite at a time, totally unhurried. Martin just stood there, speechless. 'Seriously? I come back from vacation and the first thing I get served is a big helping of Mr. Harris's PDA,' he 17:36 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 135 thought. 62 55 vouchers "Mr.

Harris, the bride's homecoming gifts are all set. When are you and Mrs. Harris heading out?" Martin asked. 'Bride's homecoming?' Whitney frowned, not expecting this at all. She hadn't planned on going back home to visit her father, not even for a second. Going back would just mean putting on a nice face for Samuel, and she had zero interest in that. She absolutely didn't want to do that. "Alright, we'll head out in half an hour. Marco can load all the gifts into the car," Klein said.

Whitney twisted around, puzzled, "Who said I was going back today?" "Baby, it's a custom for the bride to go home on the third day after the wedding. Skipping it would be bad luck," Klein replied. She fell silent. But when the car finally pulled up outside her own apartment, Whitney's face relaxed a lot. "Wait, you meant here when you said 'homecoming'?" she asked, a little surprised. Klein just gave her a soft smile and said, "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, right?" When Whitney got upstairs and unlocked the door with her fingerprint, she saw Lena and Joanne waiting inside.

She realized Klein's big surprise was actually them! "Whit, happy marriage!" Joanne grinned, sending her best wishes. "Whit, are you happy? Bet you never thought we'd pop up here, right? It's your homecoming, so of course we had to crash the party!" Lena joked. Lena puffed up proudly and said, "From now on, you're my aunt, and that makes me your family!" Whitney's nose tingled, tears threatening to fall. Who would've thought friends could be more sincere than family? "Lena, Joanne, thank you!" Whitney said, her voice thick with gratitude. Lena waved it off and said, "You're welcome!

Hey, we came bearing gifts, of course!" As expected, the driver followed right behind, arms loaded with bags and boxes. Whitney took a closer look, and found every single one was the hottest designer bag or piece of jewelry from this season. 'Wait, Klein planned all this for me?' Whitney thought, quite surprised. Chapter 135 55 vouchers For a moment, she forgot all about how he'd left her sore all over these past three days, and she couldn't help but feel genuinely moved. Joanne felt a bit embarrassed seeing all those gifts.

She'd already gotten a fat envelope with six figures inside just for being a bridesmaid, and now there were luxury bags and jewelry. Honestly, she felt like she hadn't really done much to deserve all this. "Lena, just take them all!" Joanne said, trying to hand everything over. Whitney couldn't help but laugh. "Quit passing them around! Just split them between you two. Don't bother trying to save money for Klein!" she said. "Oh!" Lena immediately started teasing.

"Whit, looks like you're becoming Uncle Klein's CFO!" Klein just watched with a smile on the side, letting the girls joke and laugh as much as they wanted. ***** Meanwhile, back at Moore Manor, Samuel sat with a dark scowl, glaring at April. "Has she picked up yet?" he asked. April shook her head awkwardly and said, "Mr. Moore, maybe Whitney is still asleep." "It's noon! She's not sleeping! It's the third day after the wedding, the bride's homecoming. How could she sleep through something this important?" Samuel snapped. "That ungrateful girl!" he fumed.

The little bird he had kept locked up was now soaring free, completely out of his control, and that just made him furious. He could fume all he wanted, but he couldn't do a thing to Whitney now. After all, he was the one who needed her now, so what choice did he have? ***** Klein looked at his phone and said, "Your dad's calling. Should I answer?" Whitney leaned over for a peek and said, "No, just hang up." "Don't ever answer his calls again," she said flatly. Klein had known things were tense between them, but he'd never expected it was so bad.

Klein didn't have the time to talk to Samuel right now. He had bigger things on his plate. "Dad, I've got everything sorted out overseas. Let's treat it as Emily's send-off today," Klein said. At Harris Manor, Emily sat stiffly on the couch with a gloomy face. 'It's only the fourth day, and Uncle Klein is booting me out!' Emily grumbled to herself. But Klein thought he was being quite generous. If it weren't for some serious business, she would've been out the door right after the wedding.

Carter looked at his sister's pitiful face and couldn't help but plead, "Uncle Klein, how about let Emily stay until the end of the month? Just a few more days won't hurt, right?" Klein shot him a sideways cold look and said, "Are you planning to pack up and go with her?" "Go together, then. I bet Emily would love that," Klein snarked. George and Sabrina's faces darkened. They knew Klein had grown seriously resentful toward Carter ever since Whitney came into the picture. Sabrina bit her tongue and forced a smile. "Klein, Emily will leave tonight. I'll see her off myself!" she said.

Klein gave a cold nod, finally looking satisfied. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and said, "Alright, Dad, Carter, Sabrina, I'm heading home. Whit wants steamed fish for dinner, and I'm going back to cook for her." James rolled his eyes and said, "Go on. Next time, bring Whit home for dinner. Let's see if your fish is really that good." Klein smirked and said, "Can't help it. My wife only likes the way I cook it." "See you," he tossed over his shoulder. After flaunting his love for his wife, he left without looking back. Carter felt sick to his stomach, regret gnawing at him.

'If I hadn't lost my mind back then, if I'd married Whitney, would we be a happy couple now?' he wondered. Emily tugged at his sleeve, snapping him back to reality. "Carter, you're seeing me off at the airport tonight, right?" she asked. "Yeah, I'll be there," he replied absentmindedly. Seeing his reaction, Emily couldn't help feeling upset. 'Maybe this whole marriage thing was a mistake,' she thought, her chest tight with sourness. ***** On the fourth day, Whitney decided to return to Moore Manor by herself, Samuel watched her walk in and let out a cold snort.

"Oh, so you finally decided to come back, huh?" Even as he said that, he couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, hoping to see someone else behind her. Whitney said with a mocking smile, "Don't bother looking. He's not here. I came alone." Samuel looked utterly disappointed. He stared at her, totally confused. "Whitney, what's going on in your head?" he asked. "Well, I'll give you credit. You've got real skills. You actually landed Klein Harris and got him wrapped around your finger. Compared to your sister, you're miles ahead," Samuel said.

"But ever since you got married, have you let it go to your head? You keep embarrassing me. Are you just doing this to spite me?" he added. Whitney sat down slowly, took the coffee April handed over, took a sip, and set the cup down. "Dad, I'm not doing this out of spite." she said calmly. "Then why wouldn't you bring your husband with you?" Samuel pressed. Whitney said with a faint smile, "Because I know exactly why you want him here. You want to cozy up to him." "The family business is falling apart, and now you're looking for some sucker to invest, right?" she added.

Samuel's face darkened, and he asked, confused, "Whitney, you're holding 35% of the company's shares yourself now, remember?" Those 35% shares? She didn't give a damn. "If you want Klein to bail out the company, fine, but you'll have to agree to my terms first," Whitney said. 'Great, more conditions.' Samuel grumbled. Ever since Whitney got married, it felt like she was always coming at him with some new terms, never letting up for a second. He said with a stern face, "Go ahead!" "If you want him to help, you have to divorce Laura," Whitney said, her voice cold and unwavering.

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