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.

ushered her

trembling hands. “Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s my fault. I should have warned Kristin to be more cautious

don’t let anyone off the hook!” Rhett’s command was firm

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his legs going weak. The marks of passion on Rhett’s body were a testament to the passion of the previous night. Who would

he might as well be

York never wanted to face

pawn,” York managed to stammer out, a

was

quickly lowered his gaze. “I…I’ll find it out. Where was…where was Kristin last night?”

a frown, but he

clothes for Rhett, York didn’t allow himself the time or courage to ask anything

Rhett was suffocating, reminiscent of the

the hotel’s garden, Kristin collapsed in the gazebo, her sleep restless and disturbed. She was running a fever, a consequence of the previous night’s ordeal.

to our engagement. As for whatever happened last night, you know

rubbed her

Eddie’s mother, even gifting her an emerald set worth

a firm foundation for his position,

clenched her fists, her head bowed in

but he’s resisting me. He thinks I’m

up and hugging her knees

know why Rhett despises me? Because six years ago, we slept together after I was set up. 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 thinks…”

up with tears, but she remained quiet,

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up in a mental institution. She had completely lost her mind,” Hertha spoke with feigned innocence, her words laced with threat. She was trying to

she had been with so many

grip, her nails digging into

you and don’t want you to get hurt. You understand

grip around