Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 150 Lena asked Whitney if she wanted to go, but Whitney politely declined. Lena could just up and leave whenever she wanted, but Whitney couldn't. Today was the welcome party for Yvonne, and Whitney had to stay for the whole thing. Lena slipped out through the side door on the first floor, coming down from the storage room on the second floor at the back. Whitney had to cover for Lena when she came down. "Whit, is Lena okay?" James asked, worried. "Yeah, she's fine. Just tired and said she was going to sleep," Whitney replied, her gaze flickering nervously. Klein caught it right away.

He raised his eyebrows but didn't call her out. After dinner, when Klein was ready to head home with her, Whitney mumbled, "How about we just stay here tonight?" 'Honestly, staying at Harris Manor didn't sound bad at all, Whitney thought. James was always saying the manor was too quiet anyway. Klein smirked. "Alright, we'll stay here tonight." When Whitney stood on the balcony, she kept glancing toward the front gate, and Klein came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What, waiting for Lena to come back?" he teased. Whitney was stunned. "How did you know?" she blurted out.

Klein took her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. "You practically had 'guilty' written all over your face!!" "Dustin just posted a video on his social media, and I recognized Lena's voice," Klein added. Whitney was speechless. 'Seriously? Lena just outed herself,' Whitney thought. Klein's breath grew warmer and heavier against her skin. Not content with just her earlobe, his lips wandered lower, trailing down her neck. Whitney moaned softly, "Cut it out. We're outside." Klein's voice was low and rough. "Relax, Dad's asleep. George and Sabrina are asleep too.

No one's gonna catch us." Whitney tried to squirm away, but Klein hoisted her onto the balcony coffee table, bending down to claim her lips in a deep kiss. He lingered, his tongue moving with playful, deliberate strokes. Just as Carter stepped out of his room, he spotted two figures entwined together on the balcony at the end of the hallway. His eyes narrowed in shock. Even though he knew who they were, he still couldn't help but move closer, hoping he was wrong. But when he saw Whitney trembling in Klein's strong embrace, a sharp pang of jealousy hit him, leaving his heart sour and aching.

Jealousy burned in Carter's chest, spreading like wildfire and threatening to consume him. Carter had never seen Whitney so breathtakingly beautiful and irresistibly enchanting. Her face was flushed and her body was trembling under Klein's kiss. Carter's jealousy was driving him insane. Klein felt eyes on him from behind and cast a cautious look back. When he caught Carter's gaze locked onto Whitney in his arms, he subtly shifted, his tall frame blocking anyone's view and keeping her completely hidden. But Klein didn't stop kissing her. Jealousy raged in Carter's eyes as his blood boiled.

He turned away, unable to take it anymore. Regret crashed over him. Never in his life had he felt regret this deep. When he returned to his room, his phone sat on the desk, flashing five missed calls. His eyes grew even colder. Before he could call back, the phone rang again. Annoyed, he hit speaker. "Carter, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?" Emily sounded a little anxious. "At Harris Manor," Carter replied flatly. Emily paused for a moment, and then asked softly, "At Harris Manor? But it's not Friday, Carter.

Did you go back for dinner?" The suspicion in Emily's voice just made Carter even more irritated. "Emily, are you interrogating me or something?" Carter snapped. "I'm not your prisoner! Think whatever you want!" he shot back. Emily bit lips so hard that it nearly bled, clutching her stomach as tears brimmed in her eyes. "Carter, I just miss you. I'm scared you'll stop loving me because we're so far apart. Please don't be mad, okay?" Emily pleaded softly. She'd never felt so humble and desperate before. Ever since they were kids, Carter had always been the one chasing after her.

But now, with all this distance between them, he hadn't even offered to come see her. 'Is this how cold a man gets when he falls out of love?' Emily thought, her heart aching with bitterness. Hearing how careful she sounded, Carter calmed down a little. "Sorry, Emily. Things at work have been a mess. Honestly, I'm just not in a good place today." he said. "Aunt Yvonne came back, so we all had dinner at Harris Manor," he explained. Emily let out a sigh of relief. 'So that's what it was,' she thought. She realized she'd sounded a bit too anxious and shouldn't have pressed him like that.

She apologized gently, "Oh, Carter, please don't be mad. I wasn't doubting you. I just really miss you." "Carter, when will you come see me? I really, really miss you," she added, her voice trembling with longing. Back then, if Emily just said she missed him, Carter would drop everything, no matter where he was or what he was doing, and fly across the world to be with her. But now, when he heard these words, his heart didn't even flutter. Carter knew he'd fallen out of love. After he finally got what he thought he wanted, he realized he'd never really loved Emily at all.

But the one he really loved? She was never coming back. "Emily, you know work's been crazy for me lately," Carter said, his tone distant. "But..." Emily said, her voice trembling. "Next month, okay? I'll come see you next month," Carter replied, cutting her off. After he hung up in a hurry, Emily stared blankly at the pregnancy test results. 'What am I supposed to do now?' Emily thought, her heart pounding with panic. "That night, I just got way too drunk and ended up spending the night with a stranger at the club.

And to make things worse, she'd totally forgotten to take the morning-after pill. Now, she was pregnant. If she hadn't faked that pregnancy scare last time, she could've blamed it on Carter. But after that whole mess and the detailed checkup that proved she wasn't pregnant, there was no way she could pull that off. So her only option was to get Carter to come over, sleep with him, and then pass the baby off as his. Emily knew that getting an abortion would be terrible for her health, and hers wasn't great to begin with. 'What if I can't ever get pregnant again after an abortion?' she worried.

She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She had to find a way to get Carter to come abroad! Whitney was left dizzy and breathless from Klein's kiss, totally losing track of time. It wasn't until she was lightheaded and gasping for air that he finally stopped kissing her. "Come on, let's take this to the bedroom," Klein said, his voice low and husky. He scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom. Whitney tried to struggle, but she was still too out of it to really fight back.

'Wait, wasn't I supposed to be waiting for Lena?' Whitney thought, a little helpless as her mind spun. 'How did I get tricked into bed by this shameless man again?' Whitney thought, feeling both annoyed and helpless. Meanwhile, the friend Whitney was worried about was wiping away tears at the concert. "I'm not really happy..." Lena choked out, her voice trembling as she sang through her sobs. Lena kept singing through her tears, her voice cracking with every line. Dustin sat in the VIP box, his heart aching as he watched her break down.

Dustin murmured, "Hey, don't cry..." his voice gentle and full of concern. Whenever a slow song played, she'd get all teary-eyed. "Shut up! Don't mess up my singing!" Lena shot back, her voice thick with emotion. Dustin snorted, thinking, 'What an ungrateful girl! I guess she's forgotten who got her in here.' Chapter 150 15:55 vouchers Lena was tired from singing. When she spotted the drink on Dustin's table, she just picked it up and gulped it down without a second thought. "Don't drink that!" Dustin tried to stop her, but it was too late. "Do you even know what that is?

You can't just drink random stuff!" Dustin scolded, worried. Lena, who'd been lost in her sadness, suddenly felt the world spinning around her. "Oh, my head hurts! Who are you? My head hurts! I wanna go home!" Lena whined, her voice thick with pain. and confusion. Dustin was speechless. 'Look what I've done to myself,' Dustin thought. He carefully scooped her up in his arms. "Alright, let's go home." If Lena had any idea what tomorrow would bring, she never would've touched that drink.

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