Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Lena felt a bit reluctant to disturb the couple's private time, but the butler Martin noticed her. "Hello, Miss Harris," Martin greeted. Whitney was the first to turn around, catching the playful look in Lena's eyes. "Hey Lena, you made it," Whitney said. Lena said playfully, "If I hadn't shown up, you two would probably be off on your honeymoon by tomorrow!" 10 vouchers 69 She stomped over to Klein, holding out her hand, and said, "Uncle Klein, you owe me a new phone!

I was so shocked by the news that I dropped my phone into the bathtub!" "This phone's been with me for three years," Lena said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Uncle Klein, I'll give you a discount. Just pay me twenty thousand dollars!" Whitney bit her lips, wishing Lena would quit fooling around. But Klein, clearly in a good mood, just went along with it and said, "Alright. Check your phone. I already sent you money." Lena had only been joking. She'd never thought he'd actually do it.

She stared at her backup phone, and her eyes widened at the long string of zeros in the transfer notification. She counted the digits, hundred, thousand and million. Two million dollars! The note read, "Don't bully my wife. She's got thin skin." Lena didn't hesitate for a second. She accepted it happily. 'Well, looks like Uncle Klein just paid me hush money!' Lena thought. Perfect timing! She'd been eyeing a few bags, so she wasn't going to be shy about it. the Lena quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket, like the cash might vanish if she didn't put her phone away properly.

"Thanks, Uncle Klein! You're so generous!" Lena said. Whitney was curious about how much Klein had sent Lena, but Lena dodged her before she could even ask. "Whit, show me your newlywed suite!" Lena grinned. Whitney blushed and said, "Stop teasing me." Lena managed to pull Whitney aside, leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Tell me the truth. Did you really marry Uncle Klein because you wanted to?" Sure, she'd pocketed his money. But if she ever found out it was dirty money, she'd return it in a heartbeat. No one in the world came before Whitney.

Not even Uncle Klein could be as important as her bestie. Whitney was speechless. "Of course I wanted to. Lena, you don't have to worry about me. I know how to look out for myself." Lena thought it over and had to admit that Whitney was definitely not the fragile type. 13:09 Wed, Dec 24 M. Chapter 88 10 valichers "Relax, Uncle Klein's never had a girlfriend, no scandals, not even a whiff of gossip. Even his assistant is a man. Honestly, I've never seen him get close to anyone. But even though he's my uncle, I used to think maybe he swung the other way.

Seriously, Whit, you should check for yourself to see if he's straight or not," Lena teased. Whitney blinked, a little flustered, "He's straight, isn't he?" "Don't just assume! You gotta see for yourself!" Lena urged. Whitney paused, confused, "How am I supposed to do that?" Lena urged, "Just hop into bed with him. Trust me, you'll figure it out real quick!" As soon as Lena said that, Whitney blushed badly. "Lena! Keep your voice down!" Whitney hissed. She was afraid Klein might overhear from the hallway. If he did, she'd just die of embarrassment!

Lena said with a grin, "Relax, he didn't hear a thing. Seriously, Whit, I'm just looking out for your happiness." The two of them huddled together, sharing secrets and laughing for ages. By the time they finally came out, the movers had already left. Lena spotted Martin still outside and her eyes lit up. "Martin, where's Uncle Klein?" Martin smiled and said, "Klein said he wanted to cook dinner himself." "It should be ready soon. Whitney, Lena, you can head downstairs and eat," Martin said. Lena sucked in a breath, eyes widened. "Whit, did I hear that right?

Uncle Klein's actually cooking, just for me?" Martin, who hadn't gone far, nearly tripped. He glanced back at Lena with a look of sympathy, thinking, 'I never realized Miss Harris could be so presumptuous. Whitney said with a smile, "I guess he's just happy you're here, so he wanted to cook for you." With Whitney's confirmation, Lena was even more thrilled. 'Wow, who would've thought Uncle Klein, usually so cold, could actually be kind of sweet?' Lena thought. But when they got downstairs and Lena saw the heart-shaped steak on Whitney's plate, she realized she'd totally got the wrong idea.

She cut at her steak with a huff, shooting Klein an accusing look. Meanwhile, Klein was slowly cutting his own steak and his was heart-shaped too. "Is it hard to cut? I haven't started yet. Want to swap?" he asked. Whitney shook her head and said, "No, it's fine. I can do it myself." But Klein didn't pay her any mind. He just grabbed her plate and swapped it with the one he'd already cut, setting it right in front of her. Lena took a bite of her steak, feeling so jealous. After dinner, Lena didn't linger. She headed out pretty quickly.

13:09 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 88 M 69 10 vouchers She left with a satisfied heart, but there was still a little pang of jealousy, like her bestie had just been stolen away from her. But seeing how well Uncle Klein treated Whitney, she felt a little better about it. 'Go ahead and regret it, Carter. Just wait and see!' Lena thought. After dinner, Whitney didn't really unpack. She was just getting reacquainted with where all her stuff was. The walk-in closet was massive, packed with her clothes. As for Klein, his wardrobe barely took up any space, but every single piece looked seriously expensive.

Apparently, Klein had even set up a study for her on the second floor. Her law books crammed half the shelves, and there was even a coffee machine. He really thought of everything. 'When did he figure out I'm a coffee addict?' Whitney wondered. Whitney stepped out of her study and saw Klein strolling out of their "honeymoon suite," pillow in hand like he owned the place. "So, what do you think? Got everything sorted? If you need more room, there's still plenty of space upstairs on the third floor," Klein teased. "Seriously, it's more than enough," Whitney laughed.

Just her stuff alone, never mind the bedroom, had already taken over two whole rooms. Back at Moore Manor, she didn't even get her own study. Laura had snatched it and turned it into a closet for her endless collection of clothes. 'Enough? This is way more than I could ever ask for,' Whitney thought, feeling a little spoiled. Klein said with a gentle smile, "Alright. Until our wedding, I'll stay in the guest room and you can have the master bedroom." But Whitney totally missed the point. "Wait, we're actually having a wedding?" she asked. Klein raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course. Mrs.

Harris, you're my legit wife. I have to give you a real wedding." He repeated, "I told you, this is the only wedding I'll ever have." Whitney bit her lips, hesitating for a moment, and said, "Okay, can we push the wedding back a bit?" "Of course," Klein replied. Klein lowered his gaze, the warmth in his eyes softening his whole expression. "So, Whit, when do you want to go back and meet my father?" he asked. Whitney flashed a smile and said, "Pretty soon. How about on your nephew's wedding day next month?" Klein's eyes darkened for a moment. He got what she was hinting at right away.

He'd already agreed to let her use the opportunity, so there was no way he'd go back on his promise. He smiled softly and said, "Alright, it's all up to you." Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.