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. FitzGerald.”

Chapel 155

the FitzGerald Group.

as his executive assistant, a sight the

FitzGerald,” employees

ever

changed the moment he entered the

between Rhett at home and

her aside before they could enter the elevator.

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

looked puzzled. “Mr. FitzGerald, you’ve had your breakfast, but we haven’t, so I

felt awkward and had eaten already with Mr. FitzGerald.

said curtly, shutting the elevator doors.

left outside, dumbfounded. “Mr. FitzGerald was quite the taskmaster,” he thought,

“Poor Kristin.”

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

elevator, the air was tense.

Rhett, puzzled by his sudden

FitzGerald,” she

away from York,” Rhett was firm.

We work together. I can’t just

grasp Rhett’s

mean…” Rhett started, then paused, clearing his throat instead of continuing.

for attractive women. After badmouthing Kristin, now he seemed to be her advocate, even

his staff. Clearly, his intentions

the week,” Kristin said, presenting a tablet to Rhett once. they were in his office. “The partnership

desk. He rarely

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anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make an exception just

be great if you could break tradition and attend, maybe even give Neal from the Investment Division a shout–out in front of the executives

for a moment, then

him earlier, insisting he come home tonight, mentioning

attempt at an apology, or a way to evade

the event, join me back at the house?”

“Whatever you think is best,

sighed inwardly. Her approach to him was strictly

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

Nicola and the sulfuric acid go

gripped her hands tightly,

At the kindergarten.