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Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett 66 Summary In Chapter 66 of "Time Between Lost Worlds," Whitney is overwhelmed by exhaustion and anxiety after an emotionally charged encounter with Klein the previous day. As she lounges on her sofa, the ringing of her phone disrupts her thoughts, and despite her initial hesitation, she answers it only to hear Klein's voice requesting her to open the door. The tension is palpable as Whitney grapples with her feelings, knowing she must face him despite her desire to avoid the situation.

When she finally opens the door, she is struck by Klein's appearance, noting the way his glasses soften his intense features. Their conversation begins casually, but Whitney is acutely aware of the underlying tension and her own conflicting emotions. Klein invites her to join him in checking out a house they are setting up together, which feels too intimate for Whitney, yet she agrees. The interaction is laced with flirtation and unspoken feelings, leaving Whitney both excited and apprehensive about the implications of their growing closeness.

As Klein departs, Whitney is left with a mix of emotions, feeling a sense of attachment and confusion. She notices his glasses left behind, prompting a phone call that ends abruptly, further heightening her frustration. The following day, Whitney faces unexpected drama when her brother Samuel calls, revealing that scandalous news about their sister Tina is circulating online. The accusations against Tina are serious, and Samuel's frustration suggests that he suspects Whitney might be involved in some way, adding to Whitney's distress.

At work, Whitney is bombarded with gossip about the scandal, which has spiraled out of control, implicating her in a narrative she finds utterly absurd. As whispers about her supposed involvement in Tina's indiscretions circulate among her colleagues, Whitney's disbelief turns to anger, especially when a former partner sends her a derogatory message. This chapter captures Whitney's emotional turmoil as she navigates complex relationships, misunderstandings, and the repercussions of family drama, leaving her feeling isolated and misunderstood.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 66** Whitney found herself sprawled across her apartment sofa, the day's exhaustion weighing heavily on her. The silence was broken by the sudden ring of her phone, and her heart skipped a beat. The first chime echoed through the room, but she let it go unanswered. After the whirlwind of emotions they had shared just yesterday-so close, so intimate-she felt unprepared to confront him. How could she possibly face him after everything that had transpired? Then, the doorbell rang, slicing through her thoughts like a knife.

She froze, her mind racing. 'Who could possibly be looking for me at this hour?' she wondered, a hint of anxiety creeping in. She hadn't ordered any food, nor had she expected visitors. Just as she was piecing together the puzzle of who might be at her door, her phone lit up once more, his name glaring back at her. Whitney hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, but ultimately she answered, "Hello?" His voice flowed through the receiver, smooth and captivating, with that familiar upward lilt that sent shivers down her spine. "It's me.

Open the door." Whitney remained silent, the weight of his presence palpable even from behind the door. So, he was already here, waiting for her. No matter how much she wanted to avoid this moment, she knew she had to rise and let him in. As she opened the door, his sharp, defined features came into view, and she felt her breath catch. Today, he sported silver-rimmed glasses that rested perfectly on his straight nose, softening the intensity of his deep-set eyes just a fraction.

He wasn't dressed in a suit, but rather a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing forearms marked by prominent veins. The collar hung open, exposing the delicate curve of his collarbones beneath. Whitney's gaze was drawn to a small beauty mark near his collarbone, and an unfamiliar sensation stirred within her-something she couldn't quite place. 'Refined scoundrel,' she mused, feeling a rush of warmth flush her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, discomfort creeping in.

"What brings you here?" Klein had just stepped away from Harris Manor, his gaze lingering on her flushed earlobes, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I wanted to check if you've finished setting up the house," he replied, his tone casual yet probing. Whitney blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected question. "I'm sorry, I haven't been there these past few days." Klein nodded, unfazed. "That's alright. Are you free this weekend? We could go check it out together." 'Why would he drive all the way here just for this?' she thought, her mind racing.

'And picking out furniture together? That feels way too couple-like!' Despite her reservations, she found herself nodding. "Okay." Klein raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Whitney suddenly realized they had been standing there, conversing at the threshold, with her inside and him on the outside. "Sorry, I forgot. Come in," she stammered, stepping aside to let him enter. Klein slipped off his shoes, stepping inside barefoot, and Whitney recalled how he had done the same during his previous visit. "I apologize; I don't have any men's slippers.

I'll make sure to buy some tomorrow," she said, a bit embarrassed. 'It feels awkward to make him go barefoot every time he visits,' she thought, not even registering that she was already assuming there would be more visits in the future. "Don't worry about it. You can get them the day after tomorrow if you want," he replied, his voice reassuring. 'Wait, is the day after tomorrow rushing things?' Whitney pondered, her thoughts a jumble. Clearing her throat to hide her embarrassment, she asked, "So, why the glasses today?" It was a weak attempt at conversation, and she was well aware of it.

Klein chuckled softly, "I wear them sometimes. I had a meeting with an old fox today, and the glasses make me appear more harmless." 'Not even close, but thanks for the effort,' Whitney thought, a small smile tugging at her lips. Behind his glasses, Klein's eyes glimmered in the cold light as he focused on a photo frame on her dresser. "When was this taken?" he inquired, genuine curiosity in his tone. Whitney walked over, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh, that was during my first year of grad school.

One of my seniors snapped it for me." Klein removed his glasses, as if wanting to scrutinize the woman in the photograph more closely. In the picture, her smile was radiant, her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. Her cheeks bore a natural flush, reminiscent of a perfectly ripe peach. It made him want to take a bite. Klein swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "You're beautiful," he murmured, setting the photo back down. He glanced at his watch, attempting to appear nonchalant.

"It's getting late; I should let you get some rest." Whitney felt a pang of surprise; she had thought he would linger a bit longer. She walked him to the elevator, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. "Don't bother seeing me out; just head back in. I'll see you this weekend!" he called over his shoulder, his voice light. Whitney smiled softly, "See you this weekend." As she returned to her apartment, her eyes were drawn to the silver-rimmed glasses resting on the console table. 'When did he even leave those here?' she wondered, a flicker of annoyance creeping in.

Without hesitation, she dialed his number. "Hey, you forgot your glasses." Klein had just stepped off the elevator, his voice relaxed and unhurried. "Oh right, I forgot about those. I'm already in my car, so I'll just grab them next time." Before she could respond, the line went dead. Whitney frowned, perplexed. 'Couldn't he just pick them up this weekend?' she thought, a wave of frustration washing over her. ********* The following day, Whitney received a call from Samuel before she had even set foot in the office.

"Whit, did you have anything to do with the news about your sister online?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What news?" Samuel hesitated, a sense of urgency creeping into his tone. "It wasn't you?" "No," she replied firmly, but from his tone, she could sense the seriousness of the situation. Samuel hung up, frustration evident in his voice. He glanced at Tina, who was sprawled on the couch, exhausted from crying, and irritation surged within him. "I already told you it wasn't Whitney.

You did this to yourself, and now you want to shift the blame onto her?" If Samuel were honest, he had always favored Tina. But the constant spoiling had seemingly gone to her head, leading her down a reckless path. Now, she had become someone's mistress, and the paparazzi had captured her indiscretions, plastering them all over the internet. He had tried everything to bury the story, but the scandal persisted, and as a result, the company's stock had taken a significant hit. He was furious. "Dad, she's lying! It had to be her!" Tina sobbed, bitterness coursing through her.

'Otherwise, how did everything fall apart?' she thought. 'Maybe she even benefited from it somehow.' Tina couldn't comprehend why Klein hadn't come to her room that night. 'She must've bribed the staff,' she thought, her mind racing. 'And she made me lose my virginity.' The hatred swirling within Tina twisted her features into a mask of resentment. Laura, not being her biological mother, kept her voice soft and gentle. "Samuel, I don't believe Whit would do this either. But she was at the party that night, and she's never liked Tina." Samuel's expression darkened.

'Would Whitney really stoop so low?' he pondered. 'Maybe not before, but now? I'm not so sure anymore.' "Fine. Tina, you're staying home for a while. No going out and making things worse. I'll talk to Whitney tomorrow." 'If she did this,' he thought grimly, 'she has to take down those articles. No matter what it takes!' As Whitney stepped into the law firm, she immediately caught snippets of hushed conversations among her colleagues, their voices laced with intrigue. "Oh my god, did you guys see the news?

They're saying the Moore family's daughter is some married guy's mistress, and the wife caught them red-handed." "Wait, the daughter from AetherTech? That Moore family?" "Has to be her, right? Didn't we just hear she called off her engagement with the Harris family a while back?" Someone gasped. "Which Harris family? Klein Harris' family? Because of the cheating scandal?" "Obviously. It's not like we have multiple powerful Harris families running around." Whitney's jaw tightened, irritation bubbling to the surface.

'How did this story twist around to make me the scandal?' she thought, disbelief washing over her. Her phone buzzed with a TikTok DM, and she opened it, her heart sinking. [Whitney, is this what you've become after we broke up? Throwing yourself at married men like some desperate mistress?] Her eyes narrowed, anger flaring within her. 'Not this again,' she thought bitterly. 'Carter just won't leave me alone.' Conclusion In the wake of the chaos surrounding her sister's scandal, Whitney found herself navigating a tumultuous sea of emotions.

The weight of accusations and public scrutiny pressed down on her, igniting a fire of indignation within her. She had always prided herself on her integrity, yet now, she felt the walls closing in as whispers of betrayal echoed in her ears. The very people she once called friends were now casting doubt on her character, and the burden of defending herself against a narrative that twisted her truth felt insurmountable. But amid the turmoil, the memory of Klein's unexpected visit lingered, a beacon of warmth in her otherwise darkening world.

Their shared moments, filled with genuine laughter and unspoken connections, reminded her of the strength she possessed to rise above the fray. As she stood at the crossroads of her life, Whitney realized that she had the power to reclaim her narrative. The anger coursing through her veins transformed into determination; she would not allow the opinions of others to define her. With Klein's supportive presence as her anchor, she felt a renewed sense of hope. Their plans to tackle the house together became a symbol of rebuilding not just her living space but also her sense of self.

Will she confront the allegations head-on, or will she retreat into the shadows, allowing the scandal to define her? The stakes are higher than ever, and with Klein's unexpected visit still fresh in her mind, the emotional turmoil she feels towards him may complicate her decisions. Expect to see Whitney grappling with her feelings for Klein while navigating the fallout from her sister's reckless behavior. Moreover, the dynamics between Whitney, her family, and Klein are set to shift dramatically.

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