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.

quietly shifted his gaze out

even interested in this woman?

was around him, feeling his

than his

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

It was just that she’d been cropping up in his field

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sat in his chair, dozing off, obviously

sat up anxiously. “I’m… I’m so

a fever through the roof. What were you doing running

actress, laying it on thick to snag

want

believe

thank me. Thank Mr. Fitzgerald for saving your bacon. Do you think this will get his attention? Dream on. Our Mr. Fitzgerald isn’t into women, especially not the dirty ones. Got it?” York tried to sound fierce, hoping to get

“I… I understand.

you some milk and pancakes. Eat them while

glancing at the clock, showing 7:40 AM.

Mansion

just

she owed, the

squatted down and took a few bites, her lips

heat.

waste it and kept wolfing it down. She was

starving.

doctor