Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176

After klein got back be talked it over with range and they der stent in bed Caper

George didn’t you want Carter to slowly w

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not let him toughen up there for a year! Klein suggested

George was thrilled, his eyes lighting up “Seriously Klein yokite really

Carter gets

“Yeah, but he still has to start from the outside No special ton even for my nephew Camego mind’s all over the place Arantica is a tough place Spending a year there will be good for om King replant

George nodded nonstop. “You always think things through. Klein. That brat arts up onetimes Peer driels take

A brief coldness flickered in Klein’s eyes, but he brushed it off “Don’t worry won’t take it personally

I’ve already handled everything. You break the news to Carter, George If it comes from me, he might fork im parkingo him, Klein said.

Klein wasn’t the type to let Carter off easy. No way in hell he’d cut Carter any slack.

If Carter liked to stir the pot, he’d better be ready to pay the price.

Carter loved meddling. Fine, Klein decided he would ship Carter off to Arantica, out of sight and totally under his thumb When Carter was going to come back? That was up to him and no one else.

Besides, sending Carter away meant Whitney wouldn’t have him hanging around and messing with her life

Klein wasn’t bothered about burning bridges with his own nephew. He’d snuff out any chance of drama before it even got started.

As soon as Whitney stepped off the plane, she shot Klein a quick message.

Honey, I just landed. My roommate’s from the same country. She seems really chill. So don’t worry about me.]

Klein glanced down at his phone, not really wanting to reply at first. But his fingers moved on their own. He just couldn’t bring himself to ignore her.

Got it.]

Whitney pouted, totally not happy with Klein’s cold reply.

But she had way too much on her plate right now.

She had to figure out the best way to get from her apartment to campus as well as what her professor was like, and to hang of all her classes.

Besides, she needed to scope out the good eats nearby.

By the time she got the hang of everything, a whole week had already flown by.

Meanwhile, Klein was in his office, unable to stop checking his phone every few minutes

Didn’t she say she’d call when she missed me? Klein thought to himself

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Mr. Harms Mas Harris is doing fine over there. According to her schedule, she should be off today Ryan–reciated

Ryan knew what Klein was thinking

She’s off today. Klein mused, feeling a bit disappointed

It’s already nighttime over there, and still no call from her, he thought, a hint of toneliness creeping in

Klein kept staring at his phone. his thumb hovering over the call button. He hesitated

After quite a while, he finally tossed his phone aside in frustration.

‘Call a meeting with all departments, Klein ordered.

Ryan thought, ‘Oh, looks like the department heads are about to get chewed but again.

Whitney’s first week abroad was rough. She just couldn’t get used to the new bed, and ended up tossing and turning every night.

With insomnia at night and classes all day, she was running on empty.

She wanted to call Klein, but was afraid he’d pick up on how out of it she sounded, so she held back.

After scraping by for two weeks, she finally thought about going to the hospital to get a prescription for some sedatives

But booking an appointment here was a total pain. She couldn’t help but miss how much easier things were back home Man, these international students are so tight–lipped. Whitney thought.

She finally had enough and found a private doctor to get herself a prescription.

As she was leaving, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure ahead.

Wait a sec… Is that Emily? That silhouette looks way too familiar, Whitney thought, a little surprised.

Emily had been dragging her feet for two weeks, and finally came in for a follow–up checkup.

She was still holding out hope, so she found a doctor to do a prenatal DNA test.

What if the test back home was wrong? What if this baby really is Carter’s?‘ Emily wondered, her mind spinning with nerves.

But when she saw the results, it was like the floor dropped out from under her. She felt herself hit rock bottom

“Emily, your baby looks healthy. Can’t wait to see it, the doctor said.

Emily just stared blankly, not saying a word.

She wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

She couldn’t even recall whether the man she’d slept with that night was her race or a foreigner

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Whitney asked the detor out of curcosity fry the doctor puse told her the woman’s last name waste

She didn’t dwell on it Maybe she’d just gotten it wrong and it wasn’t Emily after a

By the third week. Klein still hadn’t gotten a single call from Whitney. He was so frustrated and vulky. He tritike about to pass out from holding it all in.

He sent her a single period, and then immediately withdrew it

It was about seven in the evening over there. She was bound to see the message.

But Whitney was tied up with a group project that night. By the time she finally checked her phone it was already tem night.

When she saw the message had been withdrawn, she froze for a moment, puzzled.

Maybe he just slipped and sent something by accident?‘ she thought.

She texted him back, a little curious. [Honey, did you just withdraw something? What was it?]

Klein pursed his lips and replied in a cold tone. [Your husband’s already asleep.]

It was just a text, but Whitney could totally sense his mood.

She bit back a laugh and hit the call button. The phone rang for ages before he finally picked up.

“Hello?” Hearing Klein’s deep, magnetic voice again. Whitney felt a little dazed.

‘Honey, I miss you. Do you miss me?” Whitney said softly.

Klein, acting all tough, replied, “Nope. You sure you miss me? It’s been three weeks and not a single call. Seriously you call that missing me?”

She could hear the grumpiness in his voice.

‘Sorry, I’ve just been super busy. Besides, with the time difference, I was worried I’d bother you,” she said, sounding a bit apologetic.

She whined, “But honey, you were the one who told me not to call. Are you changing your mind now?”

Klein, caught off guard, just shot back, “No. All good.”

Whitney stifled a laugh. “Alright, I’ll call you once a week, deal?”

“Yeah. Klein said.

‘Once a week really isn’t much,’ Klein thought, but he kept his mouth shut.

He couldn’t exactly take it back now, not after what he’d said before she left.

Whitney rambled on for ages. She did all the talking, and Klein just listened

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