Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Carter felt like he’d just been hit by a bolt of lightning.

Have they already slept together?” Carter wondered, jealousy twisting in his heart.

Just thinking about it filled Carter with a bitter ache.

Back when they were together. Carter couldn’t even be bothered to hold Whitney’s hand. His whole world revolved around, Emily.

But now, knowing Whitney had really moved on, he felt so crushed he could barely breathe.

‘She promised she’d love me forever. How could she just disappear the second I looked away? Carter thought, his chest tightening.

‘Liar!‘ Carter cursed inwardly.

‘They’re all liars!‘ he thought bitterly.

When Carter got back to the villa, he nearly fell going up the stairs.

The commotion must’ve been loud, because Emily, who hadn’t been able to sleep, let out a startled cry and hurried over to steady him.

“Carter, you’ve been drinking again,” Emily said, worry clear in her voice.

Carter shook his head and held up one finger. “Just a little.”

“Just a little bit of wine.”

Emily barely managed to get him back to his room, then thoughtfully went to brew some hangover soup for him.

But when she came back upstairs, she found Carter sitting in the bathroom for some reason.

Even wasted, he still had the sense to puke in the toilet and flush after.

Carter was collapsed on the floor, one hand on his forehead, groaning under his breath.

“Carter, here, have some hangover soup. Just a little, and you’ll feel better,” Emily said gently.

Carter’s vision swam, and for a split second, Emily’s face morphed into Whitney’s. Am I seeing things he thought, dazed.

After a night out, Whitney used to make him hangover soup, too.

Back then, Carter would just pour it away behind her back, too impatient to drink it.

But now. Whitney would never make him hangover soup again

Carter took the cup and gulped it down.

“Carter, why are you acting all formal?” Emily said with a sweet smile. “I’m your wife It’s my job to look after you, you

know…

As she spoke. Emily lowered her head shyly

The word “wife” snapped Carter out of it, bringing him back to his senses.

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Not her. It’s not her! Carter thought.

“Emily. I’m going to take a shower. Can you take this out?” Carter said, his tone suddenly cold.

Emily looked a little lost at his sudden change. “Carter, you’re not going to drink it?”

“Yeah, thanks. Don’t bother making it for me anymore. If I drink. I’ll just sleep it off.” Carter replied.

Every time he drank this hangover soup, it just brought back memories he’d rather forget.

Emily bit her lip, looking reluctant to leave. Her fingers twisted nervously in the hem of her pajamas. “Carter, can you manage on your own?”

“Or… should I come in and help you shower?”

Carter shot her down instantly. “No.”

He just needed some time alone.

Right now, he really didn’t have it in him to deal with Emily’s clinginess.

After being rejected again and again, Emily’s nose stung, and she fought back tears. “Alright, Carter. Take care of yourself, okay?”

Emily went downstairs and dumped the tea into the trash, hoping it would somehow make her feel better.

When she got back to her room, her phone rang. It was her inom.

“Mom,” Emily answered.

“Emily, did Carter come home yet?” Sabrina asked.

“Yeah, he’s back,” Emily replied.

Sabrina thought to herself, ‘Carter and Emily really need to hurry up and have a baby.

“Emily, I’m not trying to pressure you, but you two should really start thinking about having a baby soon.

“Look at your Uncle Klein. He just got married and already let some outsiders walk off with 5% of the shares.

“If you and Carter work on giving me a grandchild, that’ll be your grandpa’s very first great–grandchild. He’d definitely spoil his own great–grandkid rotten!” Sabrina said.

“But Mom…” Emily started.

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that. Don’t you want to have a baby with Carter?” Sabrina teased.

Of course, Emily wanted a baby, but Carter kept getting more and more distant. They’d only been together that way once.

And even that one time, she’d had to practically throw herself at him.

Just thinking about it left Emily feeling so bitter inside.

How come Uncle Klein treats Whitney like she’s royalty, but after marrying Carter. I’m the one left out in the cold?‘ Emily grumbled to herself. Seriously, why?”

If I’d known it would end up like this, I never would’ve bet everything on Carter. If I hadn’t been so stubborn and just switched my game plan to Uncle Klein maybe that 5% of the shares would be mine right now!‘ Emily thought with regret.

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Just then, the bathroom door opened up.

Emily turned around, looking a bit sheepish. “Wow, that was quick. Carter.”

Carter shook the water off his hair. “Yeah.”

“Lost in thought? Did I startle you?” Carter asked.

“Nope, nothing.” Emily chuckled awkwardly.

She lowered her head, twisting her fingers nervously. “My mom just called.”

Carter raised an eyebrow. “It’s pretty late. What did she want?”

“She… she said she hopes we can have a baby next year,” Emily mumbled, her voice getting smaller. “She’s dying to have a grandchild. She said if we have a baby, it’ll be the family’s first great–grandchild.”

Carter really wasn’t in the mood for this. “So, what do you want?

“I thought you wanted to keep chasing fame. You sure you want to get stuck with a kid?” Carter added.

Emily was caught off guard, words stuck in her throat.

But she quickly composed herself, slipped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushed. “Carter, I want a baby too.”

“Showbiz can wait till after we have a baby. It’s not going anywhere.”

Carter’s gaze turned cold and shadowed. “Fine.”

‘She wants a kid? Whatever. I’ll just go along with it,‘ Carter thought, his heart numb and detached.

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After a night full of passion, Carter, still tipsy from the alcohol and exhausted from everything that had happened, fell asleep.

Emily was aching all over, but her heart felt sweeter than honey itself.

She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Suddenly, Carter rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

He mumbled in his sleep, “Whit, can we get back together?”

Let’s get back together, Whit,” he murmured again.

Emily went stiff all over

‘Her again. Always Whitney Why is it always her?‘ Emily thought, jealousy stabbing through her.

Even now, he’s calling out Whitney’s name!‘ Emily’s mind screamed.

She bit down hard on her lip, refusing to let hersell cry out loud. A wave of regret washed over her, heavy and suffocating.

If I’d known it would turn out like this, why did I fight tooth and nail to marry Carter?‘ Emily thought, her heart twisting with regret.

That night, Emily cried all night long. her tears flowing from the darkness until the first light of dawn.

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The next morning, Whitney stretched lazily, her hand landing on something unexpectedly solid and warm a firm muscle

She jerked her hand back in surprise. Wait, who else is in my bed?” she thought, her heart skipping a beat

When she opened her eyes and turned to look, she was met with Klein’s flawless face right next to hers.

His bangs were flopped over his forehead, making him look a little less sharp than usual.

Even with his eyes still closed, those impossibly long lashes, so thick and perfect that even women would be jealous, cast a shadow over his eyelids.

Whitney reached out, wanting to pull out one of his lashes and compare whose were longer.

But before her fingers could even touch him, Klein opened his eyes, all mysterious, and startled her.

She yanked her hand back and awkwardly cleared her throat. “Uh, you’re awake!”

A lazy smile tugged at the corner of Klein’s mouth. “Caught you! What are you doing?”

Whitney, caught in the act, quickly rolled over, looking flustered. “Nothing! I just noticed you had some eye gunk and thought I’d help you get rid of it.”

Klein squinted at her, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Eye gunk, huh?”

“Y–yeah, that’s right!” Whitney stammered, her confidence clearly shaken.

But then she suddenly realized something was off. “Wait a second… Why are you in my bed?”

Klein raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips. “Take a good look–whose room do you think you’re in?”

Gray sheets, gray duvet… Whitney blinked, taking in the familiar decor.

‘Oh crap, this is Klein’s guest room!‘ she realized, her cheeks turning pink.

“Well, looks like I wandered into the wrong room last night,” Whitney said, trying to sound nonchalant.

With that, Whitney threw off the covers, ready to make a quick escape.

But before she could get away, Klein gave her a gentle tug from behind, and she stumbled right into his heated embrace.

Klein wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand cradling the back of her head. His long lashes lowered as he leaned in and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

It was just a quick, teasing brush of his lips against hers, and then he let her go.

“Did you get a good look? Still got any eye boogers left?” Klein teased, his voice low and mischievous.

Whitney’s ears turned bright red as she avoided his gaze. “Um, no, not anymore.”