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.

his executive assistant,

Mr. FitzGerald,” employees

ever so slightly.

wasn’t imagining it. Rhett’s demeanor changed the moment he entered

between Rhett at home and

her aside before they could

yet office hours. What do you

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

had eaten already with

Rhett said curtly, shutting the

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

“Poor Kristin.”

be kinder to her, especially since others, like Nicola, had been downright malicious, once trying to harm

elevator, the air was tense.

at Rhett, puzzled by his

she

away from York,”

We work together. I can’t just

didn’t grasp Rhett’s

clearing

was selective, typically reserved for attractive women. After badmouthing Kristin, now he seemed to be

his intentions

once. they were in his

desk. He rarely attended company social events.

11:20

but asked anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make an exception

shout–out in front of the executives and project

then nodded. “Alright,

insisting he come home tonight,

at an apology, or

join me back at the house?” Rhett sought Kristin’s

replied. “Whatever you think

to

tonight, whatever happens. I’ll

Nicola and the sulfuric acid go unpunished.

her hands tightly, nodding.

At the kindergarten.

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