Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 19

Wyrd Kirin red an eyehere he spoke, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

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titoare marle her mind go blank. She just froze on the spot.

Frank hard no idea where gring on between them. He just thought Whitney was frozen in place, just like him, too

han a big shot walked in

mrmal up trank Wheney by the wrist and said. ‘Don’t just stand there. Come on, have a seat.”

her cat hark doen, he found himself staring right into Klein’s intense look, and his heart skipped a beat.

Fræk rocky besked away, hasically admitting defeat.

Why finally napped out of it

People shot her strange looks, so she bit her lip and gave an awkward smile. “Uh, sorry. I was just really surprised to see Mr.

Klei tapped his long fingers on the table, amused by how unfamiliar it sounded when she called him that.

But the way they acted made Calvin start to pick up on something between them.

He chuckled and asked, “Ms. Moore, do you know Mr. Harris?”

Whitney instantly bristled, shaking her head like a cat with its fur all puffed up. “No, how could I possibly know Mr. Harris?”

As soon as she said that, the atmosphere in the private room turned even more tense.

Kew’s eyes darkened a bit as he leaned back lazily in his chair. “Yeah, we don’t know each other. How could Ms. Moore possibly know me?”

vin wasn’t so sure anymore.

Maybe I was wrong? he thought. From the way Mr. Harris acted, they honestly seem like total strangers.

Ivan shot Whitney a reproachful look, unable to figure out why she had totally lost her cool.

He gave an awkward chuckle, raised his glass, and said, “Mr. Harris, Whitney is probably just nervous. Please don’t take it to heart 1 propose a toast to you”

With that he downed his drink in one go.

Klein lowered his eyes, scanning the wine glasses on the table. “Sorry, Mr. Walton, I’m not drinking recently. How about we

with juice instead?”

Everyone was startled as they thought, Juice? At a business dinner? Is he for real? We’re not kids. Who drinks juice at a dimmer like thier

Calvin immediately chimed in. “Mr. Harris, you’re absolutely right. Honestly, alcohol isn’t all that good anyway, and drinking too much is bad for the stomach?

“Waiter, could we get some juice over here?” he called out.

Whitney stole a glance at Klein from the corner of her eye, thinking. Huh, so Uncle Klein is into juice?

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Whitney watched as Klein raised an eyebrow as he spoke, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

But his laid–back attitude made her mind go blank. She just froze on the spot.

Frank had no idea what was going on between them. He just thought Whitney was frozen in place, just like him, too awestruck to move when a big shot walked in.

He stood up, took Whitney by the wrist, and said, “Don’t just stand there. Come on, have a seat.”

But when he sat back down, he found himself staring right into Klein’s intense look, and his heart skipped a beat.

Frank quickly looked away, basically admitting defeat.

Whitney finally snapped out of it.

People shot her strange looks, so she bit her lip and gave an awkward smile. “Uh, sorry. I was just really surprised to see Mr. Harris.”

Klein tapped his long fingers on the table, amused by how unfamiliar it sounded when she called him that.

But the way they acted made Calvin start to pick up on something between them.

He chuckled and asked, “Ms. Moore, do you know Mr. Harris?”

Whitney instantly bristled, shaking her head like a cat with its fur all puffed up. “No, how could I possibly know Mr. Harris?”

As soon as she said that, the atmosphere in the private room turned even more tense.

Klein’s eyes darkened a bit as he leaned back lazily in his chair. “Yeah, we don’t know each other. How could Ms. Moore possibly know me?”

Calvin wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Maybe I was wrong?’ he thought. ‘From the way Mr. Harris acted, they honestly seem like total strangers

Ivan shot Whitney a reproachful look, unable to figure out why she had totally lost her cool.

He gave an awkward chuckle, raised his glass, and said, “Mr. Harris, Whitney is probably just nervous. Please don’t take it to heart. I propose a toast to you.”

With that, he downed his drink in one go.

Klein lowered his eyes, scanning the wine glasses on the table. “Sorry, Mr. Walton, I’m not drinking recently. How about go with juice instead?”

Everyone was startled as they thought, Juice? At a business dinner? Is he for real? We’re not kids. Who drinks jusce at a dinner like this?

Calvin immediately chimed in. “Mr. Harris, you’re absolutely right. Honestly, alcohol isn’t all that good anyway. drinking too much is bad for the stomach”

“Waiter, could we get some juice over here?” he called out.

Whitney stole a glance at Klein from the corner of her eye, thinking, Huh, so Uncle Klein is into juice

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Before long, everyone had a glass of juice in front of them instead of wine.

Klein gave a barely–there smile and took a casual sip. “Not bad. The juice is pretty sweet”

Whitney couldn’t tell if she was just imagining it.

When Klein said that, it looked like he shot her a quick glance.

She wished she could just bury her face in her cup.

After that. Whitney went quiet, just picking at her food while Ivan mingled with everyone at the table.

Klein didn’t say much either, just chiming in every now and then.

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Calvin got the feeling their boss was in a pretty good mood. He thought, ‘Looks like Boss has already picked PrimeBridge.

So as the night went on. Calvin started chatting even more with Ivan.

By the end of dinner, Ivan could ell the vibe was pretty good. He was starting to feel more sure about the deal.

“Want me to call your di

Klein shook his

Klein look

Calvar

rris?” Ivan offered.

my driver’s not here. I drove myself over.”

oup. “You guys all had some drinks tonight?”

d a bit earlier. We should probably all call for a driver.”

enough not to drive tonight. She’d just hitched a ride with Ivan.

er at her, his gaze cool. “Ms. Moore, you didn’t drive tonight? It’s tough to catch a cab around here.”

her phone, seeing the ride app open. “Don’t bo drop Ms. Moore off.”

mentally screamed, ‘No, Uncle Klein. Can’t y

pected, everyone else’s reactions were absolu

ney glanced over at Ivan, who gave her her a ride.”

n’s cool voice rang out, “Didn‘ won’t worry, I’ll make sure M

And just like that, Whit

1. ab. Let me give you a ride. The rest of you can call

u don’t know me for once?”

look and said, “I’m going the same way as Whitney, so I’ll

onight, Mr. Walton? It’s not exactly easy to get a driver out here. sound.”

Jabbard watche

this car.

1. n. He said, “ Walton, Ms. Moore is something else.”

gets near, and now he just let her hop into his car. Hubbard thought, totally

keep up appearances for Klein in front of everyone else.

Jarris is just being nice and giving a client a ride. Is that really so strange? Calvin said.

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Hubbard thought, ‘Seriously? You really think that’s normal? Are you even hearing yourself right now?‘

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Then he flashed Ivan a sly grin. “Well, Mr. Walton, drop by the office sometime, and we can really dig into that merger case.”

Ivan’s feelings were all over the place. The contract was basically in the bag, but he suddenly felt like Klein was about to poach his favorite apprentice right under his nose.

Sitting in the car. Whitney said in a serious tone, “Uncle Klein.”

Klein had a faint, almost indifferent smile, his sharp nose making his expression look even cooler. “Why’d you stop calling me Mr. Harris?”

Whitney just stared at him, lost for words.

“Uncle Klein, my boss thinks I’m just a regular person from a normal family, I don’t want to get any special treatment at the firm,” she said.

Klein didn’t say anything, just let her explanation hang in the air.

“Well,” he said, his eyes landing on her cheek. “When did you learn to drink?”

Whitney kept her eyes on her knees, her voice getting lower. “I picked it up during my first month at the firm.”

“Just one month? Good for you, Klein thought.

He clenched his jaw and said, “You really are something.”

Whitney felt helpless, thinking, ‘What else can I do if I can’t handle alcohol?

“All their clients are top execs from listed companies. Am I supposed to just drink juice every time like tonight?”

The vibe in the car was seriously awkward.

Whitney sat there pouting, her cheeks puffed out as she gloomily stared out the window.

Klein, meanwhile, had a lot more running through his mind.

Without even realizing it, they’d already pulled up in front of her place.

“Uncle Klein, thanks for the ride,” Whitney said, unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching for the door handle, but the door was still locked.

Whitney cocked her head, staring at Klein’s side profile, totally puzzled. “Uncle Klein?”

“Girls shouldn’t drink too much at night. If someone tries to make you drink, just drop… Carter’s name.” Klein said.

Whitney couldn’t help but laugh. “Uncle Klein, his name doesn’t carry nearly as much weight as yours.”

As soon as she said it, she instantly realized she’d said the wrong words.

Klein’s voice was cool and low, with a hint of warmth. “Then just use my name, got it?”

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