Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 161 Chapter 161 After work, Klein came to pick her up. That evening, Klein was about to buy movie tickets, but Whitney declined. "I have to work overtime tonight. I'll probably be busy for a while," she said. 60 55 vouchers The enforcement team had three working days to conduct their investigation, so she had a few days to sort out the process. Klein saw how much of a workaholic she was, and he ruffled her hair. "Alright, let's go home. Promise me you'll get some sleep, even if you're working late." Whitney had been quite able to handle late nights.

But after getting married, she started going to bed earlier. She didn't really have a choice. Sometimes Klein wore her out so much that she couldn't even get up the next morning. The three ground rules they'd agreed on before? For Klein, they were basically nothing. He respected her in everything else, except for this one thing. He only paid attention to what he wanted to hear. This case was way more complicated than any of the civil cases she had handled before. She got so caught up in work that she didn't even realize it was already ten o'clock until Klein came to see her.

"Time for bed," Klein said, shooting her a sulky look that made she burst out laughing. He looked like a pouty wife instead. "Okay, I'll save my files and then go to bed," she replied. When she finally lay down, she figured Klein would cut her some slack since she'd been working so hard. But Klein pulled her into his arms, his breath mingling with hers. They'd barely started kissing when a loud stomach growl interrupted them. ...Seriously?' Whitney thought, a little embarrassed. "I'm hungry," Klein said. "Not that kind of hungry, I mean, I actually need food," she explained.

She had eaten dinner, but after all that work, she was hungry again. The house cook was already asleep. Chapter 161 It felt a bit awkward to wake her up just to cook for them at this hour. El 56 vouchers Klein pressed a hard kiss to her collarbone, his voice low and rough, "I'll go make you something in the kitchen." Whitney nodded with a smile, "Okay." She couldn't help but feel a little giddy, watching Klein in an apron, busy at the kitchen island. Somehow, seeing him like that made her feel quite safe.

Klein was shirtless, his toned muscles, sculpted abs, and that sexy Adonis belt were all hidden under that annoying apron. Whitney swallowed, thinking, 'His body is seriously amazing! "Don't make anything with carbs. I don't want to put on weight," she said. Klein chuckled. "Relax, the only thing that ever gets chubby on you is your chest." Whitney was speechless. 'Such a pervert!' she grumbled to herself. Klein grabbed a small steak from the fridge, thawed it out, and rubbed black pepper and olive oil all over both sides. He tossed it in the pan and let it sizzle on low heat.

"How do you like your steak cooked?" he asked. "Medium-well, please," Whitney replied. "Just cook it until there's no red left inside," she added. Since it was late, Klein didn't bother with the black pepper sauce and just sprinkled some black pepper on top. He sliced it up and set it in front of Whitney. "Here you go." he said. Whitney's eyes lit up as she picked up a piece with her fork. "It's so good!" She wasn't just saying it. This steak was legit delicious. Her cheeks were stuffed as she munched happily. "Klein, how do you usually like your steak cooked?" "Same as you," Klein replied.

Klein hadn't been hungry at first, but now he was propping his chin up with one hand, just watching her happily lick the sauce from her lips. He couldn't help swallowing. Something was quietly rising beneath his apron. "Are you full?" Klein asked. Whitney let out a satisfied burp, which was all the answer he needed. Klein stayed behind to do the dishes, while Whitney went upstairs to brush her teeth again. Honestly, she usually only ate half a steak, but tonight she finished the whole thing. She was now seriously stuffed.

She was thinking about maybe running on the treadmill downstairs before heading to bed, when Klein came upstairs. He was holding the clothes she had hidden in the car. Her nerves kicked in and she instinctively stepped back. "W... what are you doing?" Klein's hair fell softly over his forehead, making him look way softer than he did in the daytime, but there was a hungry spark in those deep eyes. "Honey, what do you think?" he asked. "Experts say it's bad for your health to go to bed too full. So..." He couldn't help but lick his lips. "Why don't we burn off some calories together?" he said.

Whitney had just brushed her teeth, and when Klein kissed her, he could taste the smell of citrus on her lips. The subtle citrus smell on her lips blended with her own sweet scent. Klein breathed her in, completely hooked. His kiss grew deeper, pulling her closer as he lost himself in the moment. The next morning, it was Klein who woke Whitney up. She'd expected things to get pretty wild last night, but he was unexpectedly gentle and patient. He only made love to her once before letting her rest. 'Maybe he does have a soft side,' she thought.

The outfit from last night didn't get torn up after all, just a little wrinkled, but still wearable. Whitney decided to tease him, "Since you like this outfit so much, maybe I'll wear it to the law firm today." Klein pursed his lips, walked over, and with a sharp rip, tore her blouse in two. "Wear something else. This one's ruined. Only I get to see you in that." Chapter TUI Whitney reached out. "It was expensive! Pay for it!" "Sure! I'll buy you ten more right now!" The more he talked, the more Whitney was sure he had ulterior motives.

55 vouchers Whitney was back at the hospital with Nancy first thing in the morning. She showed up with some flowers. Just as she expected, the young man in the bed looked nothing like his old self, skin and bones, not moving at all. The monitor showed he was still breathing and his heart was beating, but you'd never guess he was only twenty-eight. Nancy wiped her tears. "Thank you, Ms. Moore. You're such a good person. Gary can't even eat fruits anymore. He's stuck on IV drips.

The doctor says lying here so long is messing up his insides, and he's bound to get an infection sooner or later." "I honestly don't know what to do anymore. His dad died when he was little, and I raised him all on my own. He finally grew up, started making money, and he's never even had a girlfriend..." "It's my fault for raising him in a family like ours. Ms. Moore, I really regret it." Whitney handed her a tissue. "Nancy, please don't think that way. There's still plenty of time ahead." She felt her own comfort sounded hollow and powerless.

She'd seen so many people struggling at the bottom. If only she could actually make a difference for Nancy this time. Whitney chatted up the attending doctor and found out the ENT specialist treating Gary was actually contracted by the hospital, and the whole department was basically outsourced to him. This hospital was downright brazen. Their business license had expired. Even worse, Whitney found out the ENT doctor's medical license had been revoked. If someone kept practicing medicine after their license had been revoked, that was straight-up illegal.

That morning, Whitney took Nancy to the medical enforcement bureau, updated their complaint, and only then headed back to the hospital. When the vice director saw Whitney, his tone was thick with suspicion. "Are you his family?" Nancy wiped her tears, about to speak, but Whitney grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, signaling her to keep quiet. "Gary is my cousin. Since when do I need the hospital's permission to visit my own family?" Whitney retorted. Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.