Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 I’m Done With Him

Whitney arrived at the villa right on time, dressed in a purple bodycon dress.

Her slightly wavy hair was casually tied back with a white ribbon. Her skin was fair and smooth, her eyes sparkled, and her smile was dazzling. Even with her radiant features, she gave off a cool and distant vibe.

The purple dress softened the sharp lines of her face, giving her a gentler vibe.

As Carter opened the car door, he caught sight of Whitney walking into the courtyard.

It was the first time he’d ever seen her in such a dress.

The fitted cut hugged every curve of her body, and for a moment, Carter couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She was beautiful, but there was a dangerous allure about her that made his blood run hot.

Carter’s brows drew together, his voice cold. “Go and change into another dress.”

Whitney let out a soft scoff, retorting, “Why should I?”

Carter replied, “It’s Grandpa’s birthday party. You can’t dress like that. You’re drawing way too much attention.”

Whitney gracefully opened the back door. “That’s exactly what I want. Maybe at your funeral, I’ll wear something plain.”

“Whitney,” Carter growled through clenched teeth.

Whitney didn’t even spare him a glance. She just settled herself in the back seat.

Carter slid into the driver’s seat and ordered, “Get in the front. I’m not your driver.”

Whitney glanced at the pearl earrings tossed on the front seat, her eyes turning cold. “I’d better not. It’s a mess. I’d rather not ruin my dress.”

Carter wondered if Whitney was on her period or something since she suddenly threw a fit for no reason.

But he then remembered that she usually got her period at the end of the month.

Time was almost up, and Carter really couldn’t afford to stall any longer. As James’s eldest grandson, he couldn’t show up late.

*****

As soon as he parked, Carter held out his arm, waiting for Whitney to take it.

Whitney shot him a look of pure disdain, but then, she remembered it was James’s birthday.

As Carter said, James was the one who’d always been on their side about the engagement. Whitney couldn’t embarrass James today.

She pulled a silk scarf from her purse, wrapped it around her palm, then looked up at him. “Alright, let’s go.”

Just that little gesture made the veins in Carter’s temple throb.

“Whitney, don’t get too far. Are you really that put off by me?” Carter snapped.

Whitney put on a faint smile and shrugged. “Is it that obvious? I’ll try to control myself later.”

*****

As soon as they stepped into the party hall, all eyes were on them.

Carter was blessed with killer looks, and just standing there was enough to make him the center of attention.

Those star-bright eyes, razor-sharp brows, and chiseled features made him look almost unreal. There was a faint smile on his lips, but it carried a touch of chill that kept people at arm’s length.

As the eldest son of the Harris family, the most powerful clan in Ravorport, everyone was dying to cozy up to him.

His warm hand patted Whitney’s hand through the silk scarf. “I’ll say hi to a client. Enjoy yourself.”

Whitney gave a faint, dismissive smile and quickly slipped her hand free.

Her palm had been wrapped up in that scarf for a while, and as expected, it was sweaty now.

Carter was clearly annoyed, but he had bigger things to handle. Face still cold, he turned and walked away.

As soon as Carter walked away, a bunch of pesky busybodies swarmed over.

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