Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Whitney was over the moon out getting her job back. Even Marun could see the joy written all over het face

He grinned and said. “Mrs. Harris, did something good happen?

If it’s something like a pregnancy, that would be amazing Martin thought to himself

Whitney smiled and said. “Did Klein mention when he be home tonight?”

She thought it over, wondering if Calvin had secretly pulled some strings for her.

The only reason Calvin would ever do that was because of Klein.

Whitney wanted to ask about it.

But she had never expected that her offhand question would have Martin cailing Klein right away to let him know

“Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris was asking when you’d be home tonight. Looks like she’s thinking about you and it

got something happy to share,” Martin said.

Klein glanced at the message of an evening engagement his assistant had just sent him, his lashes fluttering slightly. She happy?”

“Yes! She’s really happy! Mr. Harris, do you think Mrs. Harris might be pregnant?” Martin blurted out

Klein was speechless.

We haven’t even held hands that many times. How could she possibly be pregnant? Klein thought

He didn’t bother explaining anything to Martin. He said in a smooth, gentle voice. I’ll be home at six Martur to make extra. She loves fish.

‘Got it, Mr. Harris. I’ll let Mrs. Harris know right away!” Martin replied.

After hanging up, Klein couldn’t help but smile.

Klein savored Martin’s words. She missed him. If she misses me, why not just call me hervell be visused

Kyan knocked and walked in “Mr. Harris, the driver’s waiting for you downstairs‘ he sand

Klein nodded slightly and said. “Alright, let Mr. Todd know I can’t make it tonight Sensech

Ryan was speechless

Canceling on Mr. Todd just ten minutes before we re supposed to leave but that kind of ne

“It’s fine just tell Mr Todd llnake it up to him nest tune Hell know what Enwan A411

Ryan pursed his lips and said. “Alright Mr Harris did you just imati a boo aniston partner?”

“Nope My wife said she missed me so I have to go home and ws her kid explod

Ryan just stared at him specthless

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Mr. Harris, aren’t you romantic? No one can beat you at it! Ryan thought.

I’ve never seen a CEO this lovesick before! Ryan grumbled.

Ryan could only roll his eyes secretly. This is just too much!‘

Whitney had no idea Martin had just painted her as the sweetest wife ever. She watched the cook bustling around in the kitchen and offered to cook dinner herself tonight.

Whitney turned to the cook and asked, “Hey, do you know what Klein usually likes to eat?”

The cook shrugged and said, “Well, I’m not sure. He eats a bit of everything, and never really says what he likes best.”

Then she remembered Klein once asking about how to make fish taste good, so she said, “Oh, Mr. Harris loves fish. Mrs Harris, why don’t you make him fish tonight? I’ll help you clean the fish; and you just need to cook it.”

‘Fish?” Whitney raised her eyebrows.

Wow, I didn’t expect Klein and I to be so in sync,‘ she mused.

She grinned and said, “Alright, you prep it for me, and I’ll take care of the marinating and cooking.”

Just after six, Klein showed up at the villa right on time.

He set down his suit jacket and slipped into matching slippers with Whitney. As soon as he stepped out of the entryway he spotted Whitney busy in the kitchen.

She was wearing a pale green apron tied around her slender waist, bent over the cutting board as she chopped vegetables

A warm feeling instantly washed over Klein.

This is my wife, cooking for me, he thought with a smile.

Martin had just finished setting the table when Klein walked in.

Good evening, Mr. Harris,” Martin greeted him.

The cook called out from the kitchen, “Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris is cooking tonight Dinner will be ready in vers

Whitney was so caught up in cooking that she didn’t even nouce Klein’s heated stare from the huing room

She took the cooked fish out of the pan.

The mouthwatering smell hit her, making her feel pretty proud of herself

‘Can you help me take this out, please?” Whitney asked the cook

After whipping up a couple more side dishes. Whuney hually huished up

Klein showed up behind her, still in his crisp suit He Foked totally our of place wille all he havely resing vil

Whitney waved her greasy hands at hum gruming Hey you’re back Ducicas padoop got le cos

Klein blocked her way completely lus deep gaze locked onto her face

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Heard you were thinking about me today,” he said, his voice soft and playful.

Whitney blinked, caught off guard. “Who told you that?”

Klein said with a gentle smile. No need to be embarrassed. I’m not making fun of you.”

“Next time you’re thinking about me, just call me directly,” he added.

Klein wanted to hear her say she missed him. He crayed the sound of her voice admitting it.

Whitney realized he’d totally misunderstood, but she just let it slide.

“Why don’t you step out for a bit?” she suggested.

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Klein blocked her path, not moving an inch. He raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile. “Need some help? Your hands are all greasy. Let me untie your apron for you.”

Before Whitney could react, Klein twisted her gently with his big hands, flipping her around.

His cool fingers, almost electric, trailed down her spine to her waist. His deep, velvety voice murmured above her. “Dont

move.”

It was like his lips were right against her scalp, and she blushed.

With her hands in the air and her back straight as a board against him, she couldn’t see his expression at all.

Out of nowhere, Whitney’s mind flashed back to that time Klein was drugged. His eyes were smoldering with desire at that

time.

“Um… are you done yet?” she asked, her voice a little nervous.

“Not yet. You really went all out with this knot,” Klein said with a devilish smirk.

‘Or you could just raise your hands and let me take it off for you,” he teased.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll just get the cook to help me,” Whitney replied quickly, trying to play it cool

“Seriously, you think the cook’s got more skills than your own husband?” Klein teased, his voice low and play rug

With that, his hand moved with a commanding force, pinning her waists together above her head

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