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

Chapter 38

“It’s a piece of cake, Summer said with a puzzled face. Was searching for a company address difficult?

“Who’s your dad?” Rhett found chatting with this kiddo pretty amusing.

York was driving, his eyes practically glued to the rearview mirror. Was that their Mr. FitzGerald? He even goofed around with a kid.

“You’re my dad,” Summer seemed convinced that Rhett was her father.

In Summer’s world, everything was always straightforward, never that complicated.

Rhett cracked a smile, totally clueless that he was such a kid magnet. How come he remembered that Eve’s brat would start bawling at the sight of Rhett, as if he’d seen the Bogeyman?

Sure, this little boy was more lovable.

“Can I keep this Superman? I’ll get you a new one. How about that?” Rhett said softly.

Summer pondered for a moment, then adorably nodded. “If you like it, it’s yours, no need to get me a new one.”

“Why?”

“Don’t wanna make you spend money.” Summer knew earning cash was a hard slog. “Uncle Garner works super hard to make money, you must be worn out too.”

Rhett never bothered to correct Summer’s address, and even York was getting a bit fed up, wondering what the heck Rhett was up to. “Kiddo, don’t go calling random dudes Dad, he’s not your pop. Your real dad is something else, and no one knows who he is yet.”

Summer glanced at York and then kept quiet.

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Rhett furrowed his brow.

didn’t dare to blabber

the little toy to Rhett and then whispered in an extremely soft

one knew how much Summer longed for a

who played games with their children, but Summer only

making money to support him and didn’t have much time

with him.

watching the other kids with their parents.

the stuffed toy and gave it a look. Garner’s sewing skills were pretty

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was a hot mean and downright

Superman, he wouldn’t have recognized it at all.

were something

FitzGerald

to the backyard shed in search of a

door to the shed closed behind her, and someone

and

than anyone else. It’s just that she had fought back before and had been brutally crushed, so

you the gulfriend Vincent got for me? A dude in a sloppy black tracksuit was

open the door, but it was locked from the

a cynical laugh. It seemed

dark times, Vincent was a ray of light in her

given Vincent her only trust, but he pushed her into the abyss, making her see for herself

front of her. She lacked the strength to resist, but she needed to find a way to protect herself.

Kemp Smith, 39 years old, and you?” Kemp seemed intent on forcing himself on Kristin, but she didn’t

at the sight of Kemp as if he were a madman, but