Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 143 Chapter 143 55 vouchers Seeing Klein's tough attitude, George knew there was no point in trying to persuade him further. He let out a sigh and headed back. It wasn't like George was close with the Boone family. It was just that Samuel had asked someone to reach out to him, and George thought Klein's actions were a bit too much, so he tried to talk some sense into Klein. But since Klein wouldn't listen, George wasn't about to keep embarrassing himself. Klein got a message from Martin. Whitney was already back at the villa.

Acting all prideful, Klein dragged his feet on purpose before finally cruising home. When he finally stepped inside the villa, Klein glanced around the first floor, but the one on his mind was nowhere to be seen. Martin came over and gently reminded him, "Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris went straight to her room after she got back." Klein frowned. 'Is she still not feeling well?' he thought. It was almost dinner time and she still hadn't come down to eat. He didn't even hesitate before heading straight upstairs. He was about to knock, but then he paused. Why knock on his own bedroom door?

He gripped the doorknob with his big hand, only to realize it was locked from the inside. He knocked. Klein called out, "Open the door." Whitney was trying on clothes in front of the mirror. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. 'Why is he back so soon?' she wondered, a little panicked. "Hold on! Just give me ten minutes!" Whitney called out. There was no way Whitney could open the door dressed like this. The outfit was so complicated. It had taken her quite a while to put it on, and now she had to take it off, with Klein waiting right outside the door. That just made her even more frazzled.

Klein was starting to get impatient. 'What's with all this? Is she hiding someone from me in there?' he wondered, a hint of jealousy creeping in. He went to the study, grabbed the spare key, slid it into the lock, and slowly turned the handle. The first thing he saw was a naked woman. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 143 290 The white chiffon dress clung to her flawless curves, her slender waist barely visible beneath the delicate fabric. Light spilled over her, giving her a soft, creamy filter, like she'd stepped out of a dream.

Right before Klein came in, Whitney was still adjusting the fluffy bunny ears on her head. Whitney whipped around, panic flashing in her eyes. "Why did you barge in like that?" she complained. She was trying to take off the bunny ears before letting him in, but clearly, he couldn't wait Klein's eyes darkened with desire as he shut the door behind him and locked it. With two strides, he was right in front of Whitney, her outfit practically begging for his attention. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her onto his lap, and claimed her lips without hesitation.

Honestly, no man could resist a look like that. Klein seemed to know exactly what was coming, and supported her trembling thighs as her legs went weak with his palms. Her cheeks were rosy, her clear eyes shimmering with the afterglow of his kiss, and the fluffy white bunny ears on her head flopped to one side with every movement. Klein, meanwhile, looked sharp as ever, his shirt buttoned neatly up to the very top, but his deep eyes held a predatory intensity. He touched her fair skin, watching as it flushed with a delicate pink beneath his fingertips.

Whitney had dressed up like this just to apologize to him. But his breath-stealing kiss still turned her mind to mush. He ripped her revealing dress apart with his ruthless big hands. "You..." Whitney's eyes, usually soft and feminine, now rounded in shock as she glared at him, as if accusing him of being way too rough. "Be good," Klein whispered, his lips almost brushing her ear, his breath hot and teasing. The way you're dressed, aren't you just asking me to rip it apart?" "Baby, I'm just giving you what you want." he said, his voice low and full of playful affection. It was a long night.

Whitney was so thoroughly ravished that she was about to pass out. Just before she totally blacked out, she cursed her bestie Lena in her heart. What a bad idea! ***** This was the most passionate night they'd had since their wedding night. Whitney woke up the next morning to find Klein looking fresh and handsome right beside her. He leaned in, kissed the corner of her lips, and murmured, "You're awake? Want me to carry you to the bathroom and help you wash up?" 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 143 61 65 vouchers Whitney batted his hand away, whining, "No, I'm not getting up!

You totally wore me out! I thought I was gonna die last night, and now you still want more?" Klein was taken aback, his face suddenly darkening. "Don't talk nonsense." "Say that again, and I'll make sure you get the same treatment every night," he threatened, his voice low and playful. Whitney didn't know what to say. 'If he keeps this up every day, I might as well be dead,' Whitney grumbled. "Go grab me something to wear from the closet!" Whitney grumbled, clutching the blanket tighter around herself, clearly annoyed. Her bunny costume from last night was now in shreds.

There was no way she was about to march into the bathroom bare like this. Honestly, Whitney still didn't feel close enough to him to be strutting around in broad daylight with nothing Once Whitney was dressed, Klein scooped her up and carried her straight to the dining room. Neither of them mentioned yesterday's awkward drama again, and Klein was clearly in a much better mood after her sweet gesture last night. Just as they were about to head out, Klein raised his eyebrows, his tone casual but teasing. "So, who taught you those moves last night?" Whitney blushed, but she tried to look calm.

"No one. Guess I'm just self-taught." Klein chuckled softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. 'Well, self-taught, huh?' "Alright then, baby, keep it up. I hope you'll show me even more of those self-taught tricks," he said, voice low and playful. ***** Ivan leaned over to Whitney, chatting casually, "Hey, looks like someone finally picked up your stepmom's case. "It's this lawyer who just returned to the country. He's going to represent Laura, but you can bet there's some big shot calling the shots behind the scenes," Ivan added, lowering his voice.

"Whit, what do you think?" Ivan asked, watching her closely. Whitney glanced at the evidence in her hand and said, "The max you can get for attempted murder is ten years. I'm aiming for the harshest sentence possible." "Alright. Want me to have those criminal defense lawyers I introduced last time take your case?" Ivan asked. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 143 Whitney smiled and said, "Thanks. I'm counting on you, Boss." 61 E55 vouchers Ivan scoffed, "You're welcome. Trust me, even if Laura's got some serious pull, you've got even more.

No judge would dare cross you." "At the very least, they'll have to handle it fair and square!" Ivan added confidently. Whitney didn't have a single worry. She just thought ten years sounded way too short. After work, Marco was still the one driving Whitney home. She didn't bother hiding it anymore, so rumors were flying around the law firm that she'd snagged herself a rich heir, but nobody had a clue who her mystery man was. Whitney had just gotten back to the villa when an unexpected guest showed up. Samuel was dropping by her newlywed home for the very first time.

"Dad, are you here to plead for Laura?" Whitney asked, her tone calm and direct. It had been days since everything blew up, and this was the first time Samuel had bothered to show his face. Whitney had to admit that he sure could hold out. She'd almost forgotten how cold-blooded Samuel could be. He had just been calculating the pros and cons, as usual. Even though he and Laura were already divorced, watching her actually get sent to prison was still a bit much, even for him. "Whitney, I know Laura messed up big time lately.

I get it, but why don't you try to calm down?" Samuel said, trying to smooth things over. Whitney snorted, shooting him a cold look. "And what if I don't feel like it?" Samuel was at a loss for words. "Do you really have to drag this into court?" Samuel asked, sounding a bit desperate. "Seriously, Dad, I'm not some saint. Why should I go easy on a woman who's tried to screw me over time and time again?" Whitney shot back coldly. Whitney's eyes turned sharp.

"Dad, did you know Laura swapped out Mom's medicine twenty years ago?" "If she hadn't done that, Mom would still be alive!" Whitney's voice trembled with anger and pain. Samuel's temple twitched, and his tone grew tense. "Whit, this isn't something you can just throw around. Don't say things like that." "Dad, what if I'm dead serious?" Whitney shot back, her voice cold and unwavering. "Did you know about this?" she pressed, her eyes locked on him. 17:40 Wed, Dec 24 Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.