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 the

he even interested in this

around him, feeling his body crave her

his

germaphobe. He loathed anyone getting close all these years,

special. It was just that

Chapter 33

York was there. He sat in his chair, dozing off, obviously having spent

up anxiously. “I’m… I’m so

giving Kristin a look of silent reproach. “You had a fever

actress, laying it on thick to snag Mr.

didn’t want to explain. “Thank you.”

believe her, and it would just be

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

fingers. “I… I understand. I didn’t

and ordered her some takeout. “Got you some milk and

the clock, showing 7:40

had promised Vincent she’d be at the Fitzgerald Mansion by 8:30

just left

the more she owed, the

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

heat.

to waste

starving.

8 AM, the doctor