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,

their behalf,” Rhett instructed York to

chirped, eyeing the breakfast spread. “Kris, you can’t finish all this by yourself.

waved him off hastily. “No, not at

York to keep

unfazed, retorted, “Mr. FitzGerald, don’t be so petty. When Kristin’s sick, you run out to get medicine.

and looked up at Rhett

gaze,

looked down and focused on

York continued to fuss, offering Kristin some pancakes.

appetite and feeling tense, refused. “I

Maybe you should accompany Vincent to

of the first

e got.

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

lighter fare. “Don’t eat anything too greasy. Have some oatmeal and

to believe the tenderness Rhett was

was he being so nice? Was this a figment

to

of oatmeal,

medicine.

asked, noticing her reddening eyes.

she shook her head.

could medicine

getting sick

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rather have an IV than swallow pills.

she was sick, Clarence had to coax

believed that medicine was the bitterest thing in the world until she left the Turner family

did Kristin realize that medicine

was far more

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

eyes burned even hotter, and she felt the tears

it’s bitter, have some

Rhett,

happening? She felt like

really starting to have feelings for Rhett that

Hertha had seen right

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

bidding.”

thing with Hertha six years ago was an accident.

been intimate with Kristin. As they

clean about his past.