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

the FitzGerald Group.

as his executive assistant,

Mr. FitzGerald,” employees

nodded, ever so slightly.

Rhett’s demeanor changed the moment he entered the office, his aura chillingly aloof.

at home and at work

please,” York called her aside before

office hours. What do

you’ve had your breakfast, but we haven’t,

awkward and had eaten already with Mr.

Rhett said curtly, shutting the

“Mr. FitzGerald was quite the taskmaster,” he

“Poor Kristin.”

since

the elevator, the air was

Rhett,

FitzGerald,” she whispered.

from York,”

work together.

didn’t grasp Rhett’s meaning.

started, then paused, clearing

women. After badmouthing

overwork his staff. Clearly, his

here’s the schedule for the week,” Kristin said, presenting a tablet to Rhett once. they were in his office. “The partnership with Harborside Haven has been a

fingers on the desk. He rarely attended company social events.

11:20

hoping he’d make an exception just this

and attend, maybe even give Neal from the Investment Division a shout–out in front of the executives and project team. It would boost his morale,” Kristin said

considered for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, arrange

he come home tonight, mentioning Nicola

an attempt at an apology, or a way

event, join me back at the house?” Rhett sought Kristin’s agreement.

think is best,

inwardly. Her approach to

happens. I’ll be there,” Rhett

with Nicola and the sulfuric acid

gripped her hands

At the kindergarten.

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