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.

shifted his

was he even interested in

whenever Kristin was around him,

than his mind.

major germaphobe. He loathed anyone getting close

wasn’t anything special. It was just that

Chapter 33

He sat in his chair, dozing off, obviously having spent

up anxiously. “I’m… I’m so

woke up, too, giving Kristin a look of silent reproach. “You had a fever through the roof. What were you doing

laying it on thick to snag

didn’t want to explain. “Thank

was pointless to talk. Nobody would believe

Dream on. Our Mr. Fitzgerald isn’t

with her fingers. “I…

not have.” York huffed and ordered her some takeout. “Got you some milk and pancakes.

glancing at the clock, showing 7:40 AM.

at the Fitzgerald Mansion by 8:30 AM, but

had just left when the delivery arrived.

grateful to Rhett, but the more she owed, the harder it was to repay.

tears welling up, she squatted down and took a few bites, her lips going numb

heat.

on the food, Kristin didn’t want to waste it and kept wolfing

starving.

doctor made