Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 156 ER 55 Vouchers Chapter 156 In the car, Whitney was still trying to process everything that had happened today. "Klein, would you come over to my place tonight?" she asked. Her mom's diary was in her apartment. Klein nodded slightly and said, "Whatever you want." He knew she needed some time to sort things out. When Whitney got back to her apartment, she shut herself in her bedroom. She sat down at her desk and quietly opened her mom's diary. [Taylor, I had steak today at this place, and it tasted just like the chef's back home. I wonder how Mom, Dad, and you are doing.

I miss you all so much, but I'm too scared to reach out.] [I wonder if our brother's married yet. He's always been a loner, kind of proud and distant, but he can't stay single forever. Mom, are you still stressing about his marriage?] [Dad, turns out some things that look perfect are just fake. That woman called me today. She doesn't care that I know. She's sure I won't have the guts to leave. I can't sleep at night, but Whit is only one year old. Once she's a little older, I'll come back to you, okay?] Whitney took a deep breath, fighting back her tears.

'So I really was your burden, Mom,' Whitney thought to herself. The door was knocked. Klein knocked on the door. Whitney quickly wiped her eyes, straightened up, and went to open He was holding his phone. The moment he saw her, he caught the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Were you crying?" Klein stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "No, I just read my mom's diary. It just hurts a bit. She deserved so much more, that's all," Whitney said softly. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Klein, do you think if Mom hadn't had me, things would've ended up differently for her?" If her mom hadn't given birth to her, she was sure her mom would've found the courage to leave. She'd have run back to the only place she felt safe, and gotten away from this cage of marriage. The thought broke her heart. Klein looked at her slender, fair-skinned neck with deep eyes, and suddenly leaned in and playfully nipped at it. "Ah!" Whitney yelped in surprise. Whitney frowned, "Klein, what was that for?

Why'd you bite me?" Klein kept a straight face and said, "Wanted to see if you'd feel guilty!" "Don't go make up go stuff that never happened. If you weren't around, what, you want me to spend my whole life with just my right hand?" Klein teased. Whitney's sadness vanished in an instant under Klein's cocky, playful gaze. She gave him a gentle shove and said, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower." That was when Klein remembered why he'd knocked in the first place. "Baby, how do you usually order delivery around here?

I want to get a few things." "Here, just install this app, then add your address and phone number. After that, you can order whatever you want," Whitney explained. After showing him, Whitney asked with a curious smile, "So, what else do you need? Hungry? I can whip up something for you if you want." "Yeah, I'm a bit hungry," Klein said, blinking. "It's fine. I'll order myself. You go take your shower. I need to pick up some toiletries too." Maybe it was because Klein sounded so serious that Whitney didn't notice the slyness flickering in his eyes.

About an hour later, Klein came in carrying a big bag. Whitney was in the bathroom, blow-drying her hair. Her apartment only had one bathroom. The noisy hair dryer made her cheeks flush. "Klein, hang on a minute. Let me finish up before you come in to shower." Klein took out a black package from the plastic bag and set it on the bathroom counter. "Hey baby, I bought you some pajamas. Try them on tonight, okay?" Whitney raised her eyebrows. "I already have pajamas. Why would I wear these?" "Just try it on, baby," Klein urged with a grin.

Whitney set down the hair dryer and, half-skeptical, opened the package. The moment she saw the outfit inside, she instantly blushed. "Klein, you're such a perv!" Whitney exclaimed. Klein chuckled, "Guilty as charged." "But you promised, baby," he teased. Whitney suddenly remembered the set she'd left in the car. With the one Klein just bought, now she had two "Ah!" Whitney yelped in surprise. Whitney frowned, "Klein, what was that for? Why'd you bite me?" Klein kept a straight face and said, "Wanted to see if you'd feel guilty!" "Don't go make up stuff that never happened.

If you weren't around, what, you want me to spend my whole life with just my right hand?" Klein teased. Whitney's sadness vanished in an instant under Klein's cocky, playful gaze. She gave him a gentle shove and said, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower." That was when Klein remembered why he'd knocked in the first place. "Baby, how do you usually order delivery around here? I want to get a few things." "Here, just install this app, then add your address and phone number. After that, you can order whatever you want," Whitney explained.

After showing him, Whitney asked with a curious smile, "So, what else do you need? Hungry? I can whip up something for you if you want." "Yeah, I'm a bit hungry," Klein said, blinking. "It's fine. I'll order myself. You go take your shower. I need to pick up some toiletries too." Maybe it was because Klein sounded so serious that Whitney didn't notice the slyness flickering in his eyes. About an hour later, Klein came in carrying a big bag. Whitney was in the bathroom, blow-drying her hair. Her apartment only had one bathroom. The noisy hair dryer made her cheeks flush.

"Klein, hang on a minute. Let me finish up before you come in to shower." Klein took out a black package from the plastic bag and set it on the bathroom counter. "Hey baby, I bought you some pajamas. Try them on tonight, okay?" Whitney raised her eyebrows. "I already have pajamas. Why would I wear these?" "Just try it on, baby," Klein urged with a grin. Whitney set down the hair dryer and, half-skeptical, opened the package. The moment she saw the outfit inside, she instantly blushed. "Klein, you're such a perv!" Whitney exclaimed.

Klein chuckled, "Guilty as charged." "But you promised, baby," he teased. Whitney suddenly remembered the set she'd left in the car. With the one Klein just bought, now she had two sets. She hurried Klein out of the bathroom with a blushing face. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd done it on purpose, picking the smallest size so it put her curves in all the right places. Staring at herself in the mirror, she somehow found her mouth a little dry. This was so sexy, way more figure-hugging than the one she'd bought herself.

Whitney pulled her long hair over her chest, hoping it'd help her look a bit more normal. The skirt was so short. It barely covered the tops of her thighs. "Baby, are you dressed yet?" Klein called from outside. Whitney's eyes were bright and alluring, a hint of bashfulness flickering in them. "Yeah, I'm ready." As soon as the bathroom door opened, Klein swallowed hard,. His eyes were filled with desire, and his voice was thick and sultry. "Baby, you look stunning." Whitney quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks burning. Klein's eyes were practically scorching her.

Klein wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "Ms. Moore, are you dressed like this to seduce me?" Whitney was speechless. 'Seriously, this was your idea!' she grumbled. Klein's big hands drifted from her cheeks down to her neck, and she felt a shiver running all the way down her spine. His fingers paused at the buttons of her shirt. Klein buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. His fingertips slipped beneath her shirt. With a rip, the buttons flew off. He smiled and said, "Oh, Ms. Moore, your clothes are seriously low quality.

Guess I'll have to help you out." Whitney felt like she was adrift at sea all night, unable to find her footing. The sound of crashing waves echoed in her ears, each one more intense than the last. She shivered from head to toe. It wasn't until dawn that she finally drifted off, exhausted and dazed. Klein kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes, smiling at her tenderly. He couldn't stand seeing her upset during the day. He only wanted to hold her close at night and watch her melt into tears in his arms. Whitney went to the law firm to request some time off.

Ivan looked at her curiously and asked, "Whitney, aren't you hot?" Whitney noticed him staring at the silk scarf around her neck, and her heart skipped a beat. "Boss, it's called accessorizing, okay? It's my fashion must-havel" she said. Ivan just stared at her, totally lost for words. 'Man, I really don't get young people's fashion anymore, Ivan thought to himself. "Your leave is approved. You don't have any cases right now, so when you get back, take on a few legal aid cases. That should keep you busy until the end of the year," Ivan said with a smile. "It's almost year-end anyway.

If you put together a solid year-end report, the partners will definitely take notice of you," he added. Whitney got what Ivan meant, and said with a grateful smile, "Thanks, Boss." "You're welcome. Go on, spend some time with your family. When you're off, just relax and forget about work," Ivan said, waving her away. Watching her leave, Ivan felt a bit like a dad seeing his daughter grow up. He remembered when Whitney first started at the firm, she didn't know a thing. Now, she could totally hold her own. Ivan couldn't help but feel a warm sense of pride.

Whitney had just stepped out of the office building when her phone rang. It was Klein. "Baby, are you tired? Want me to come pick you up?" Klein asked. Whitney rolled her eyes with a huff, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. "You really don't know if I'm tired or not?" 'Wasn't it you who wore me out last night?' she grumbled. Whitney was absolutely floored. Klein hadn't just bought her clothes, he'd even bulk-ordered an extra-large pack of condoms online. 'Hungry, my ass. He's just a total perv!' she grumbled. "Klein, I booked you with a doctor for tomorrow.

No excuses," Whitney said, not giving him any room to argue. Klein blinked, confused, "I'm not sick. Why do I need to go?" Whitney snorted, "Being too horny is a medical condition!" AD Comment Send gift No Ads Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.