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,

behalf,” Rhett instructed

finish all this by yourself. I’m starving after rushing back. Mind if I join you?”

waved him off hastily. “No, not

warned York to keep his distance from

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

and looked up at Rhett in surprise.

met her gaze,

Kristin looked down and focused on

you’re too thin.” York continued to fuss, offering

appetite and feeling tense, refused.

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

transfer York out of the first

e got.

and leaving. “Mr. FitzGerald, I’m off to work. You can’t

and replaced it with lighter fare. “Don’t eat anything too greasy. Have some oatmeal and salad, take your medicine, then go

unable to believe the

he being so nice? Was this a figment of her imagination, or was

afraid to

and a bowl of oatmeal,

medicine.

asked, noticing her reddening

shook her head.

medicine be bitter?

getting sick because it meant

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have an IV

time she was sick, Clarence had to coax her

the bitterest thing in the world until she left the Turner family and ended up in

Kristin realize that medicine

was far

her a piece of candy, sweet and milky, dissolving the bitter taste in

and she

have some candy.” Rhett

Rhett, panic setting

like

was really starting to have feelings for

Hertha had seen right through her.

and headed for the bed. “Mr. FitzGerald, you should rest. I’ll just sleep a bit and

bidding.”

with Hertha six years ago was an accident. Does it bother you?” Rhett asked in a steady

they were married, he intended to take

about his past. As a