When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 33

Rhett shot Kristin a glance and kept his lips sealed.

Was she doing it on purpose? Well, that wasn’t the dumbest move. He had pegged Kristin as the shy, non confrontational type, but having some tricks up her sleeve was better than being a total pushover.

“She’s looking out for number one. In Silvergrove City, you’re the only one who can shield her. You should probably steer clear of this hot mess,” York thought Kristin was nothing but

trouble.

Just drive,” Rhett frowned.

York clammed up quickly.

Rhett was no fool. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was hassle. The Haywood heiress was already a sticky problem he couldn’t shake off, let alone adding Kristin into the

mix.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, that Ms. Haywood is on your case every day. Skip one visit, and she starts. going crazy, acting all possessed. You’ve walked into this one, and now you’re stuck,” Feeling bold from spending so much time with Rhett, York started to throw some shade.

That was like asking for a death wish.

After a pause, York spoke up again. ” Ms. Haywood is nice, pretty, and has a good heart. She’s wildly obsessed with you, a bit too clingy. Sooner or later, you will settle down. That chunk of shares Mr. Lucius, your grandfather, left you will only thaw out once you’re married.” Rhett’s brow twitched. He found York chatty tonight. “Did the Haywood family grease your palm?”

York almost bit his tongue, shaking his head like crazy. “No, no, I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

Rhett snorted, looking like a bribe was in play. “Just drive and crank up the heat.”

Noticing Kristin shivering, Rhett instinctively placed his hand on her shoulder.

tensed, and he quietly shifted his gaze out the

was he even interested in this

around him, feeling his body

than his

was a major germaphobe. He loathed anyone getting close all these years, much less wanting to touch

was concerned, Kristin wasn’t anything special. It was just that she’d been

Chapter 33

Kristin woke up at Silvergrove Hospital, only York was there. He sat in his chair, dozing off, obviously

“I’m…

too, giving Kristin a look of silent reproach. “You had a fever through the

laying it on thick to snag Mr. Fitzgerald’s attention.

Kristin didn’t want to explain.

believe her, and

Dream on. Our Mr. Fitzgerald isn’t into women, especially not the dirty ones. Got

her fingers. “I…

takeout. “Got you some milk and pancakes. Eat them while it’s hot. Since you’re up, I should

at the clock, showing 7:40 AM.

Fitzgerald Mansion by 8:30 AM, but she was

York had just left when

to Rhett, but the more she owed,

up, she squatted down and took a few bites, her

heat.

waste it and kept wolfing it down.

starving.

8 AM, the doctor made his