Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Carter stiffened when he spotted Emily approaching.

He’d been planning to go find Whitney, and now guilt gnawed at him for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.

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Emily waited until she was sure he wasn’t hurt, then the questions came. “Carter, were you heading to Pine Street to see Whitney? You told me you were working late at the office.”

Carter bristled at her accusatory tone.

Emily, what’s with the interrogation? I was just passing through. Who said I was going to see her?” He turned it back on her defensively. “Are you going to start doubting me too, just like she does?”

Emily bit her lip, and her face flushed red before going pale. “I didn’t.”

Then what was that interrogation just now?”

mily felt wronged.

Her eyes welled up with tears. “Carter, I’m just scared you’re going to leave me.”

Carter looked at her pitiful expression, and something softened in his chest. He let out a quiet sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous. top crying. We’re getting married next month.”

le said it to reassure her, but the words felt like a reminder to himself, too.

Next month, he’d be married. After that, he and Whitney would truly be strangers.

mily’s tears slowed, and she nodded. “Okay. I was just scared. Carter, I won’t overthink things anymore. Just love me a little nore, okay?”

Sure. Carter’s mind was elsewhere.

mily’s chest tightened with that familiar ache. ‘Even after I said all that, he still won’t say he loves me,‘ she thought.

They sat together in the hospital, each lost in their own thoughts, and the silence stretched between them.

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The next day arrived–the day Whitney had set aside to honor Patricia’s memory.

Whitney knew she’d need to bring Klein his soup later that evening, so she left the law firm at three in the afternoon and headed back to Moore Manor.

She wanted to handle everything herself.

She bought groceries and cooked several dishes from scratch. Just as she finished plating the last one, Samuel walked through the door.

“Whitney, you’re home too?” he said, surprised.

Whitney’s eyes dimmed. “Dad, we agreed to remember Grandma together today”

Samuel’s expression stiffened for a moment. “Haha, I’ve been so busy I completely forgot. You should’ve reminded me earlier, sweetheart. What if I’d had a business dinner tonight? I would ve missed it entirely.”

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Then you would’ve missed it,” Whitney said quietly. “It wouldn’t be the first thing you’ve missed”

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“What kind of way is that to talk to your father?” Samuel paused, then his tone shifted to something more eager. “Actually. Whitney. I’ve been meaning to ask you–is this you and Klein in this photo?” He held up his phone, expectation written all over his face.

Whitney glanced at the screen and felt a jolt of surprise. “Who sent you that? Are you having me followed?”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? Why would I waste resources tracking my own daughter? Tina sent it to me. She saw you two while she was out shopping yesterday.”

Of course, Samuel conveniently left out all the nasty things Tina had said about Whitney.

Not that he needed to spell it out, Whitney could easily imagine Tina hadn’t said anything kind about her.

“Tell me right now. Is this really Klein?” Samuel’s voice came out urgent and demanding.

Whitney met his searching gaze and nodded. “Yes, it is.”

Joy flooded through Samuel, and he felt his heart lift.

‘Dad, let’s get ready for dinner.”

After they finished eating, Whitney glanced at the clock. Six o’clock on the dot.

She headed to the kitchen and checked the pot on the stove. The soup had just finished simmering, and the timing was perfect.

April wandered over, curiosity written all over her face. “Ms. Moore, are you planning to take this home?”

Whitney shook her head. “No, I’m not. April, could you find a thermal container for me? I need to take all of it with me.”

‘Sure. I’ll grab it for you right away.”

Whitney didn’t waste any time. She packed up the fish soup carefully and headed straight for Klein’s villa.

When she pulled up to the gates, the place struck her as unusually quiet. She didn’t see a single staff member anywhere.

So they really did take the day off, she thought.

Whitney pressed the doorbell, and a weak male voice answered from inside. “Whit, you know the code. Just let yourself in. I can’t get up

He sounds that sick? she thought, worry tightening in her chest. ‘Why did he come home? He should be in the hospital

Whitney punched in the code and stepped through the front door. The first floor was empty, so she shipped off her shoes, changed into house slippers, and made her way upstairs. “Klein?”

In here His voice drifted out from one of the rooms, low and strained

Whitney carried the thermal container down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door Klein was propped up against the headboard, his face pale and drawn

She asked, “Klein, are you okay?

Klein shook his head slowly Im fine Just cold

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Whitney set down the thermos and forgot all about manners. She sat right on the edge of his bed and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead.

She frowned. “You’re burning up. Klein. You have a fever.”

Yeah, he was burning alright.

But the fire wasn’t just in his body.

Klein ran his tongue over his dry lips. “Really? So what happens now? Am I gonna die?”

Whitney froze for a second, and then irritation flared inside her. “Don’t say stuff like that,” she said quickly, like she could ward off bad luck with her words alone.

‘He must be delirious from the fever, she thought. ‘He’s talking nonsense.’

Whitney said, “Klein, you need to go to the hospital.”

“Not going.” Klein turned his face away, stubborn as ever.

“You have to go, or your brain’s gonna fry.”

Klein stayed quiet for a beat. “It won’t fry,” he muttered. “I’ll just take some medicine and I’ll be fine.”

“Do you have a medicine kit?” Whitney asked.

“Downstairs. Under the coffee table in the living room.”

Whitney bolted downstairs and found the fever reducer, then rushed back up with a glass of water in hand. “Here, take this.”

Klein parted his lips slightly and just waited there, like he expected her to feed it to him.

Whitney went still.

His lips were so pale they looked bloodless, and she didn’t let herself think too hard about it. She placed the pill on his tongue and carefully helped him drink, her hand steady under his as he swallowed.

Klein leaned back against the headboard with his eyes half–closed. “Thanks for going through the trouble of making soup for

me

Whitney had almost forgotten about it. “Want me to help you drink some before you go back to sleep?”

Klein shook his head and tugged at his lips. “I don’t have the strength.”

The hunt was obvious

Whitney pressed her lips together. “Then I’ll feed you.”

“Okay Klein answered so quickly, like he was afraid she’d change her mind if he waited even a second longer

Whitney carefully held the bowl and blew on each spoonful until it was just warm enough, then fed it to hun gently

Klein just had to keep opening his mouth and swallowing, and he was loving every second of it

He cracked one eye open and watched her take care of him so seriously, but the slight furrow between her brows made his

heart skip a beat.

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