Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 132

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Chapter 119

Chapter 132

Klein had been joining Whitney for dinner at Moore Manor for three days straight

April watched them with a warm, satisfied smile

‘Klein really spoils Whit, April thought to herselt. If Whit’s mother knew, she would be resting in peace!

At seven o’clock, Klein was still hanging around, clearly dragging his feet about leaving

Whitney nudged him, “Klein, time to go home.”

Klein grabbed her soft little hand and peppered it with kisses. “I miss you so much. I really can’t bear to leave. The three days you weren’t here, I could barely sleep.”

Whitney chuckled, “Come on, you’re being dramatic. We don’t even sleep in the same room.”

Klein’s eyes glinted with mischief as he stared straight into hers, his gaze full of meaning. Then, slowly, his eye, traveled down, lingering on her nose, her lips, the flush on her neck, before drifting even lower.

Whitney, feeling shy, reached up to cover Klein’s eyes. “What are you looking at?” she asked, her cheeks burning.

“You,” Klein said, his hand gently pulling hers down and locking it behind her back. “Babe, starting tomorrow night, we’re sharing a room.”

His meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Whitney pushed him out of Moore Manor and bolted back to her room.

Klein glanced at his own hand, feeling a bit let down. ‘Man, she’s so shy. How’s she gonna survive tomorrow?” he wondered.

Whitney’s thoughts were all over the place. Klein’s smoldering look had almost melted her on the spot.

After who knows how long, she finally managed to calm herself down.

Even so, she just kept tossing and turning in bed, sleep nowhere in sight.

Half-asleep, Whitney got up and stood by the window. Suddenly, she spotted a faint flicker of fire behind the rocks in the garden.

‘Where’s that fire coming from?’ she wondered.

Whitney threw on a coat and headed downstairs.

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April was crouched behind the rocks, the flickering fire casting a melancholy glow on her face as she stared off into space.

“Mrs. Moore, Whit finally found a good man to marry. You don’t have to worry about her anymore. She’s doing great” murmured softly.

“Mrs. Moore, please don’t blame me. Laura’s got my family back home under her thumb, and I was too scared to rat her out I know what happened to you wasn’t right, but please, don’t blame me, okay?” April pleaded, her voice trembling

“Mrs. Moore, I’m burning some paper for you. Rest in peace,” April said, her eyes filled with sorrow.

The creak of a door sounded behind April, making her heart skip a beat.

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spain arumud wake trembling. “Whin’s there? Who’s beland me?

April hugged herself, watching warily behind the rocks. As the fare came img focus, her throat went dee

“W-Wint Miss Whiney! April stammered, panic in her voice.

Whitney’s voice was icy as she hissed through clenched teeth, “April, who did you just say

died unfurly

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Dustin and the guys had thrown Klein a bachelor party.

The crew was already plotting, all hoping to get him totally wasted.

Klein was ready for them. “Why should I drink? Only if you beat me at dice, then I’ll drink?

Eric was the first to jump in. “Alright, Klein, I’ll be your first challenger!”

But just fifteen minutes in, Eric was knocked out of the game.

Before dashing off to puke in the bathroom, Eric yelled, “Oliver, get in there, you mutt!”

Oliver shot back, “Says you, dog!”

Still, he snatched up the dice and took his turn. He managed to hold out a bit longer, but after half an hour, he was racing for the bathroom to hurl.

Klein spun the dice in his hand, grinning at Dustin. “Still up for another round?”

Dustin threw up his hands. “Nah, man-boss, legend, I’m tapping out! Let’s call it a night. Big day tomorrow, gotta be ready for the wedding!”

Klein gave him an approving nod, slung his coat over his shoulder, and swaggered out like he owned the place.

Dustin watched Klein’s cool exit, lips twitching in a mix of defeat and admiration.

‘Seriously, what were we even thinking, trying to mess with the big boss?’ Dustin thought, shaking his head.

He hoisted one guy under each arm and called out, “Hey, someone come pick up your boys! Yeah, they’re totally wasted!”

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As the sleek black Bugatti cruised down the early morning streets, everyone turned to stare.

“Who’s throwing a wedding with this kind of extravaganza?” someone muttered.

“Twelve Bugattis! There are barely a dozen in the whole country! Which Beijing tycoon is showing off like this?” another person gasped.

By 8 a.m., the trending searches were all about those twelve Bugattis.

Twelve Bugattis as wedding cars? That’s over 400 million dollars rolling down the street!

At exactly 8:08, Klein arrived at Moore Manor with his fleet of luxury wedding cars, making a grand entrance right on schedule.

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**_stepped rad of the Bugatti, his crisp cut and gleaming warber shoes patching the snoring high can be minell and fami

Klem’s handsome features were defined yet gende, and be his long, elegant fingers, he held a stunning bekerglot about to lo given to the woman who’d been living rent free in his heart

His groomsmen, all looking sharp in them tailored stris, followed close behind. With their long legs and matching stride they swung open the doors of Moore Mano like a squad of runway models.

Klein faced April with a confident smile Tim here to bring any bride home

April was caught off guard by his presence, momentarily flustered. “Y-Yes, of course””

“Miss Whit is upstairs, April managed, her voice a little shaky.

Samuel watched as Klein strode in like he owned the place, his heart racing. “Klein, you made

“Yes, Mr. Moore. I’m here to take Whit home, Klein said, his tone full of promise.

Upstairs, Lena was leaning over the windowsill when she suddenly burst out, “Whit, Uncle Klein’s here!”

“Joanne, quick! Let’s block the door and make them work for it before we let them in,” Lena said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

Things were getting rowdy outside the door-they were heading upstairs.

Whitney sat nervously on the bed, her wedding veil perched on her head, heart fluttering with anticipation.

“Babe, open the door,” Klein’s smooth voice called from outside. “I’m here to take you home.”

“No way!” Lena hollered, hyping up the crowd. “If you want through this door, show us you mean it!”

Klein’s eye twitched as he realized his own niece had switched sides to join the bridesmaids. “Lena, check your phone-tell me if that’s enough cash for you.”

Lena eagerly unlocked her phone, and the amount nearly blinded her with its sheer size.

She blinked in disbelief. “Uncle Klein, there are two bridesmaids here! Just sending one? That’s totally bad luck.”

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