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

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.

Chapel 155

FitzGerald

the company alongside Rhett as his executive assistant, a sight

FitzGerald,” employees greeted

nodded, ever so

wasn’t imagining it. Rhett’s demeanor changed the moment he entered the office, his aura chillingly aloof.

home and at work was stark.

York called her aside before they could

hours. What do

we haven’t, so I thought

had eaten already

curtly, shutting the elevator

“Mr. FitzGerald was quite the taskmaster,”

“Poor Kristin.”

since others, like Nicola, had

the air

a glance at Rhett, puzzled by his sudden

FitzGerald,” she

from York,”

“York is nice. We work together. I can’t just

didn’t grasp

paused, clearing his throat instead of continuing.

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

overwork his staff. Clearly, his intentions were not

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

drummed his fingers on the desk. He rarely attended company social

11:20

this but asked anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make

Investment Division a shout–out in front of the executives and project team. It would boost

a moment, then

earlier, insisting he come home tonight, mentioning

an attempt at an apology, or a way to evade responsibility?

back at the house?” Rhett sought

think is best, Mr.

sighed inwardly. Her approach to him

happens. I’ll be there,” Rhett reassured her.

the incident with Nicola and the sulfuric acid go unpunished.

hands tightly,

At the kindergarten.