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.

Mr. FitzGerald.”

Chapel 155

FitzGerald Group.

Rhett as his executive assistant, a

Mr. FitzGerald,” employees greeted

ever

changed the moment he entered the office, his

home and at work was

aside before they

“It’s not yet office hours. What

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

felt awkward and had eaten already

curtly, shutting the

was left outside, dumbfounded. “Mr. FitzGerald was

“Poor Kristin.”

increasingly that Kristin deserved better. He resolved to be kinder to her, especially since others, like Nicola, had been downright malicious, once trying to harm Kristin with sulfuric

elevator, the air was

Rhett,

she whispered.

away from York,” Rhett

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

grasp Rhett’s meaning.

paused, clearing his throat

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

his staff. Clearly, his intentions

were in his office. “The partnership with

on the desk. He rarely attended company social

11:20

asked anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make an

maybe even give Neal from the Investment Division a shout–out in front of

considered for a moment, then

earlier, insisting he come home tonight, mentioning Nicola would

attempt at an apology, or a way to

join me back at the

replied. “Whatever you think is best, Mr. FitzGerald.”

to him

about tonight, whatever happens. I’ll be there,” Rhett reassured

with Nicola and the sulfuric

gripped her hands tightly,

At the kindergarten.