Chapter 155

Since breakfast, when she had made pancakes and scrambled eggs for Summer, Kristin’s

mood seemed subdued.

She was distracted, lost in her thoughts.

Rhett glanced sideways at Kristin and spoke with a concerned voice. “Are you feeling alright?”

Kristin quickly shook her head. “I’m fine…”

Her worries were all about Garner.

Kristin was self–aware enough to recognize the boundaries of her relationship with Rhett. There was a line that could never be crossed. But Garner was emotionally untouched.

Once upon a time, Garner had a crush on a girl, but after Ruby publicly accused him of being a creep and mistreating her, that budding romance was over before it even began.

Since then, Garner remained alone, living a simple life with Summer. In the past five years, no one had dared to set him up with anyone. Those who were interested backed off as soon as they learned about the kid.

Garner didn’t seem to want anyone either. He had grown accustomed to solitude, with only Summer and his mother who was still in prison as his cares in the world.

In truth, Kristin’s five years in prison were just as torturous for Garner, one trapped within the walls, the other confined by them from the outsid

“Pull over here, please,” Rhett instructed the driver to stop by the curb.

The driver, a little surprised, quickly obliged.

Rhett stepped out and bought a latte from the coffee shop by the road.

A shocked Kristin followed. “Mr. FitzGerald, do you like lattes? Next time, I’ll grab one for you.”

He handed her the latte. “It’s for you.”

Kristin clutched the latte, stunned.

For her?

Her eyes moistened, and she lowered her head, following Rhett back into the car.

“I’ve noticed you like coffee sweet,” Rhett guessed, assuming Kristin had a sweet tooth.

Kristin didn’t respond. It was just that life had been so bitter that she craved sweetness.

Because after that day she had taken the medicine, Rhett had said, whenever life felt too bitter, she should have a piece of candy.

you, Mr. FitzGerald.”

Chapel 155

FitzGerald Group.

alongside Rhett as his executive assistant, a sight the staff had

Mr. FitzGerald,” employees

ever

demeanor changed the moment

at home and

her aside

frowned. “It’s not yet office hours. What do you

had your breakfast, but we haven’t, so I thought I’d take Kristin for

eaten already

curtly, shutting the elevator doors.

FitzGerald was quite the taskmaster,” he

“Poor Kristin.”

Kristin deserved better. He resolved to be kinder to her, especially since others, like Nicola, had been downright malicious,

elevator, the air

Rhett, puzzled

she whispered.

York,” Rhett was firm.

work together. I can’t just

didn’t grasp Rhett’s

paused, clearing his throat instead of

knew York too well. The man’s compassion was selective, typically reserved for attractive women. After badmouthing Kristin, now he seemed to

staff. Clearly, his intentions

tablet to Rhett once. they were in his office. “The partnership with Harborside Haven has been a success. There’s a

the desk. He rarely

11:20

anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make an exception just

a shout–out in front

for a moment, then nodded.

him earlier, insisting he come home tonight, mentioning Nicola would be cooking.

this an attempt at an apology, or a

join me back at

“Whatever you think

inwardly. Her approach to

happens. I’ll be

incident with Nicola and the

her hands tightly,

At the kindergarten.

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