Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 91 69 20 vouchers Chapter 91 Whitney was over the moon about getting her job back. Even Martin could see the joy written all over her face. He grinned and said, "Mrs. Harris, did something good happen?" 'If it's something like a pregnancy, that would be amazing!' Martin thought to himself. Whitney smiled and said, "Did Klein mention when he'd be home tonight?" She thought it over, wondering if Calvin had secretly pulled some strings for her. The only reason Calvin would ever do that was because of Klein. Whitney wanted to ask about it.

But she had never expected that her offhand question would have Martin calling Klein right away to let him know. "Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris was asking when you'd be home tonight. Looks like she's thinking about you and it seems like she's got something happy to share," Martin said. Klein glanced at the message of an evening engagement his assistant had just sent him, his lashes fluttering slightly, "She's happy?" "Yes! She's really happy! Mr. Harris, do you think Mrs. Harris might be pregnant?" Martin blurted out. Klein was speechless. 'We haven't even held hands that many times.

How could she possibly be pregnant?' Klein thought. He didn't bother explaining anything to Martin. He said in a smooth, gentle voice, "I'll be home at six. Martin, tell the cook to make extra. She loves fish." "Got it, Mr. Harris. I'll let Mrs. Harris know right away!" Martin replied. After hanging up, Klein couldn't help but smile. Klein savored Martin's words. She missed him. 'If she misses me, why not just call me herself?' he mused. Ryan knocked and walked in. "Mr. Harris, the driver's waiting for you downstairs." he said. Klein nodded slightly and said, "Alright, let Mr.

Todd know I can't make it tonight. Something urgent just came up." Ryan was speechless. 'Canceling on Mr. Todd just ten minutes before we're supposed to leave? Isn't that kind of rude?' Ryan thought, "It's fine. Just tell Mr. Todd I'll make it up to him next time. He'll know what I mean," Klein said. Ryan pursed his lips and said, "Alright. Mr. Harris, did you just njake a last-minute appointment with another business partner?" "Nope. My wife said she missed me, so I have to go home and see her," Klein replied. Ryan just stared at him, speechless. 'Mr. Harris, aren't you romantic?

No one can beat you at it!' Ryan thought. 13:10 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 91 'I've never seen a CEO this lovesick before!' Ryan grumbled. Ryan could only roll his eyes secretly. 'This is just too much!' 69 320 vouchers Whitney had no idea Martin had just painted her as the sweetest wife ever. She watched the cook bustling around in the kitchen and offered to cook dinner herself tonight. Whitney turned to the cook and asked, "Hey, do you know what Klein usually likes to eat?" The cook shrugged and said, "Well, I'm not sure.

He eats a bit of everything, and never really says what he likes best." Then she remembered Klein once asking about how to make fish taste good, so she said, "Oh, Mr. Harris loves fish. Mrs. Harris, why don't you make him fish tonight? I'll help you clean the fish, and you just need to cook it." "Fish?" Whitney raised her eyebrows. 'Wow, I didn't expect Klein and I to be so in sync,' she mused. She grinned and said, "Alright, you prep it for me, and I'll take care of the marinating and cooking." Just after six, Klein showed up at the villa right on time.

He set down his suit jacket and slipped into matching slippers with Whitney. As soon as he stepped out of the entryway, he spotted Whitney busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a pale green apron tied around her slender waist, bent over the cutting board as she chopped vegetables. A warm feeling instantly washed over Klein. "This is my wife, cooking for me, he thought with a smile. Martin had just finished setting the table when Klein walked in. "Good evening, Mr. Harris," Martin greeted him. The cook called out from the kitchen, "Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris is cooking tonight!

Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!" Whitney was so caught up in cooking that she didn't even notice Klein's heated stare from the dining room. She took the cooked fish out of the pan. The mouthwatering smell hit her, making her feel pretty proud of herself. "Can you help me take this out, please?" Whitney asked the cook. After whipping up a couple more side dishes, Whitney finally finished up. Klein showed up behind her, still in his crisp suit. He looked totally out of place with all the homely cooking vibes. Whitney waved her greasy hands at him, grinning, "Hey, you're back!

Dinner's ready. Go wash up and let's eat." Klein blocked her way completely, his deep gaze locked onto her face. "Heard you were thinking about me today," he said, his voice soft and playful. Whitney blinked, caught off guard, "Who told you that?" 13:10 Wed, Dec 24 M. Chapter 91 69 20 vouchers Klein said with a gentle smile, "No need to be embarrassed. I'm not making fun of you." "Next time you're thinking about me, just call me directly," he added. Klein wanted to hear her say she missed him. He craved the sound of her voice admitting it.

Whitney realized he'd totally misunderstood, but she just let it slide. "Why don't you step out for a bit?" she suggested. Klein blocked her path, not moving an inch. He raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile, "Need some help? Your hands are all greasy. Let me untie your apron for you." Before Whitney could react, Klein twisted her gently with his big hands, flipping her around. His cool fingers, almost electric, trailed down her spine to her waist. His deep, velvety voice murmured above her, "Don't move." It was like his lips were right against her scalp, and she blushed.

With her hands in the air and her back straight as a board against him, she couldn't see his expression at all. Out of nowhere, Whitney's mind flashed back to that time Klein was drugged. His eyes were smoldering with desire at that time. "Um... are you done yet?" she asked, her voice a little nervous. "Not yet. You really went all out with this knot," Klein said with a devilish smirk. "Or you could just raise your hands and let me take it off for you," he teased. "No, that's okay. I'll just get the cook to help me," Whitney replied quickly, trying to play it cool.

"Seriously, you think the cook's got more skills than your own husband?" Klein teased, his voice low and playful. With that, his hand moved with a commanding force, pinning her wrists together above her head. Whitney gasped and said, "What are you doing?" Before she could react, Klein's other hand hooked under the hem of her apron and slowly started to roll it up. He whispered in her ears in a magnetic voice, "Don't be scared.

It'll be over in a second." Whitney's face was flushed, and every nerve in her body stretched tight/ She kept her gaze lowered, watching his knuckled fingers slowly work the apron up bit by bit, her heart thundering in her chest. Whitney grumbled, a little frustrated, "Can you hurry up?" Klein said with a chuckle, "Alright, I'll speed things up." But even though he said he'd hurry, his fingers still moved at a teasingly slow pace. He kept teasing her until her cheeks were burning red, and then finally stopped messing around and whipped the over her head.

Klein let go of her hands with a straight face and said, "Alright, all done." off 13:10 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 91 M 20 Vouchers Whitney didn't dare meet his eyes. She couldn't help cursing him as a shameless flirt in her head before hurrying out of the kitchen. Martin saw Whitney come out with her cheeks all flushed and paused, a little surprised, "Uh, Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris's face is so red. Is she coming down with something?" Klein just smiled and said, "She's fine. Thanks, Martin.

You and the cook go have dinner." Martin and the cook had their own little dining room, so they naturally left the newlyweds to enjoy their privacy. Honestly, from their point of view, the newlyweds were so wrapped up in each other that they could barely spend ten minutes in the kitchen without getting all mushy. Whitney slipped back to her room and caught sight of her blushing face in the mirror, feeling embarrassed and a little stifled. She washed her hands, but honestly, she couldn't even bring herself to go downstairs for dinner.

But then Klein called through the door, his voice gentle and teasing. "Babe, open up. Come downstairs and eat with me," he coaxed. AD Comment Send gift No Ads 068 Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.