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

Chapter 136

Rhett was uncompromising when it came to Kristin’s health. “Down the medicine, then you can have breakfast,” he insisted, jostling her awake even as he lifted her in his arms.

After all, being sick meant she had to treat it promptly with medication and a good meal. Otherwise, her recovery would be slow due to a weakened immune system.

“I’m so tired…” Kristin murmured truthfully, yearning for sleep.

Sick and feverish, she felt heavy and continued to rest her head against Rhett’s chest.

With a sigh, Rhett carried her to the dining table, coaxing her to eat first.

Kristin was burning up her body, her breath hot against his skin.

Rhett felt a pang of guilt, but it was mostly self–reproach.

Had he been too rough with her last night?

“Mr. FitzGerald.” York called from outside, knocking at the door.

Kristin, groggy and startled, jerked upright so fiercely she nearly fell.

With a protective arm, Rhett steadied her and gave her hair a gentle ruffle. “Have something to eat and take your medicine.”

Kristin quickened her heartbeat, her cheeks flushing visibly. She was mortified. What had she just done in front of Mr. FitzGerald?

Seeing Rhett’s indifferent expression as he stood to answer the door allowed Kristin to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ve handled the hotel staff and found the leaders involved. It was Randall who coerced them into acting against us.” York whispered, wary of Rhett’s anger.

But Rhett was already fuming.

His own hotel should be a place

of comfort and safety.

“What about the receptionists involved? Are we firing everyone?” York asked tentatively.

“What use is there in keeping them?” Rhett’s voice was low.

“Kris, they were just following orders, you wouldn’t blame them, right?” York, ever the gallant despite his single status, felt for the weeping beauties at the front desk and turned to Kristin for support.

Kristin, her head heavy, looked up in confusion. “What?”

“As for the receptionists from last night who tried to stop you from entering the hotel, what should we do with them?” Rhett asked, respecting Kristin’s opinion.

“Last night… Kristin recalled the incident where she was suspected of being a whore and

barred from entry. “They were just doing their job and seemed quite dedicated.”

Rhett frowned, letting out a sigh. Being too kindhearted wasn’t always a good thing in the business world,

on their behalf,” Rhett instructed York to handle it.

Mr. FitzGerald,” York chirped, eyeing the breakfast spread. “Kris, you can’t finish all this by

off hastily. “No, not

York to

FitzGerald, don’t be so petty. When Kristin’s sick, you run out to get medicine. I’m hypoglycemic here, let me have a

up at

her gaze, his eyes

and focused on her food.

thin.” York continued

little appetite and feeling tense, refused. “I

quite spirited. Maybe you should accompany Vincent to supervise the desert project.” Rhett

of the first chance

e got.

a few pancakes and leaving. “Mr. FitzGerald, I’m

eat anything too greasy. Have

believe the tenderness Rhett was showing her.

Was this a figment of her imagination, or was it

was afraid to trust

bites of salad and a bowl of oatmeal, she cradled a

medicine.

Rhett asked, noticing

she shook her

could medicine

Kristin dreaded getting sick

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Chapter 136

IV

Clarence had to coax

time naively believed that medicine was the bitterest thing in the world until she left the Turner family and ended up in

that medicine wasn’t bitter at

far more

up to find Rhett offering her a piece of candy, sweet and milky, dissolving the bitter taste in an instant.

burned even hotter, and she felt the tears

it’s bitter, have some candy.” Rhett murmured soothingly.

Rhett,

felt like she was in deep trouble.

have feelings for Rhett that

Hertha had seen right

got up shakily and headed for the bed. “Mr. FitzGerald, you should rest. I’ll just sleep a bit and won’t delay the

bidding.”

was an accident. Does it bother

As they were married, he intended to take responsibility for

about his past. As a matter of