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

Chapter 134

The morning next day, Rhett woke up with his head pounding.

“Damn…” he muttered under his breath, a familiar sense of regret seeping in.

With effort, Rhett sat up and glanced at the desolate expanse of his king–sized bed, the sheets a jumbled testament to last night’s follies.

The memories were hazy, obscured by a hangover that clung to him like a second skin. He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of his low mood.

It had been six years since he’d been played for a fool, and yet, here he was, seemingly reliving history.

“Rhett, you’re up.” Hertha’s voice came from the bathroom, her tone rough with a tinge of shyness. She emerged holding a freshly washed towel. “Clean your face… it’ll help.”

Her cheeks were flushed with an awkward tenderness in her eyes that didn’t quite reach Rhett. He shot her a frosty look, his voice icy. “Hertha, I let go of the incident six years ago because it was ancient history. Do you take me for an idiot again?”

He felt like a puppet in a game he didn’t consent to play.

“Rhett…” Hertha gasped, a picture of innocence. “I don’t know what you mean. I was just… taking care of you last night.”

“Taking care of me? Am I supposed to owe you for that?” Rhett’s laugh was hollow.

She bit her lip with a gesture of faux vulnerability. “We were supposed to get engaged, and six

years ago…”

“Get out,” Rhett cut her off, his voice brooking no argument.

Hertha stood, stunned for a moment before her eyes brimmed with panic. “Rhett. believe me…

His expression was granite and he was in no mood to repeat himself.

“Mr. Fitzgerald!” The urgency in York’s voice carried from beyond the door.

Rhett’s fury had scared Hertha, who had probably never seen such a terrifying side of him before.

Haywood, please leave,” York said as he ushered her out, his voice shaky.

hands. “Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s my fault. I should have warned

Rhett’s

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Rhett’s body were a testament to the passion of the

felt like he might as well be walking to

York never wanted to face head–on.

Holcomb’s pawn,” York managed to stammer out,

was piercingly

“I…I’ll find it out. Where was…where was Kristin

hardened into a frown, but he offered no reply.

or courage to ask anything further.

Rhett was suffocating, reminiscent of the scandal six years

collapsed in the gazebo, her sleep restless and disturbed. She

you

her forehead,

up to Eddie’s mother, even gifting her an emerald

lay a firm foundation for his position,

her fists, her head bowed in

he’s resisting me. He thinks I’m

hugging her knees to

He’s always thought I was part of the scheme. He’s got this obsession with purity. It’s been years and he’s still hung up on it. And if he

up with tears, but she remained quiet, wrapping her arms

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an actress, Cindy, who tried to get close to Rhett and ended up in a mental institution. She had completely lost

had been with so many men, even had a child.”

her grip, her nails

you to get hurt. You understand what I’m saying, right?” Hertha’s patience

her grip