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

Chapter 133

Why bother to to ruin Rhett and Hertha’s enjoyable evening?

With tears in her eyes, Kristin numbly made her way to her room.

What was she so upset about?

Six years ago, when Ruby had stormed into the hotel with Vincent to catch a cheater, Kristin didn’t seem nearly as distraught as she felt now when Vincent had doubted her.

Insecurity, helplessness and fear all crashed down on her in an instant.

The moment Hertha suggested her feelings for Rhett, Kristin panicked.

Kristin feared her feelings being discovered by others, especially Rhett. She couldn’t let Rhett

know…

Her liking Rhett felt like a contamination of him.

“Kristin, don’t turn yourself into a laughing stock again…”

She felt like the punchline of a joke.

Just because Rhett was different from the others, she foolishly fluttered her heart.

Disgusting… Kristin felt repulsed by herself.

She should take a hard look at herself in the mirror and assess if she was even deserving.

Once in her room, Kristin tried desperately to stay composed, but it seemed like her illness was flaring up again.

Her limbs stiffened, her breathing grew laboured.

She hid in the bathroom, turning on the shower to rinse endlessly, feeling dirty, unworthy of

anyone.

Anxiously biting her lip, Kristin didn’t even notice when she drew blood.

How could she like Rhett? Impossible.

An impatient knocking came from outside the door.

Kristin thought she was hallucinating. Turning off the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked stiffly to the door.

“Open up…” It was Rhett’s voice on the other side tinged with irritation and anger. Kristin opened the door in a panic, momentarily forgetting her drenched state. As soon as the door cracked open, Rhett stumbled in, falling on top of Kristin. She frantically tried to support Rhett, smelling the strong scent of blood on him.

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FitzGerald, what happened to you?” Kristin’s hand came away covered

as

cut on my palm.” Rhett’s consciousness was hazy, but he could hear Kristin crying.

he had cut his palm with a shard of

“Kristin…” he murmured.

as she

leave me behind?” Rhett had come with

Kristin noticed something was

tightly to maintain consciousness. “The

stood up, intending to change clothes

could this happen? How could he be hurt? But as she was about to get up, Rhett

lost his

then did she realize she was only in a

paled as she tried to push Rhett

she did

still…” Rhett’s voice was hoarse as he tried to restrain himself. “I feel

move,

this intimate position, she didn’t feel the need to push him away.

hurts.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse as

felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. “The drink tonight…” Feeling the heat of his breath, Kristin realized, the drink must have been tampered with.

must have lost control picking up that familiar scent on Kristin, the same one

didn’t dare move as tears

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he away but she was scared

buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and gained, Kristin inexplicably

But maybe this was all she was worth

owed Phett so much. How was she to

for his tie and

she truly

leaned against the wall his gaze intense as he looked at Kristin, then suddenly

let out a gasp, clinging to Rhett her

Kristin but

in her voice, shaking as she

Kristin and kissed her. “You’ve been

couldn’t control her tears, wanting

knew the person Rhett was talking about wasn’t her. It was hetta

call Hertha? Would that

Kristin cried hard, but she couldn’t push Rhett

constant tears, Rhett comforted her, holding her

body, her gaze shifting to Rhett in shock.

misheard, or was

must be the latter…

cold wall on her back and instinctively sought refuge