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

the FitzGerald Group.

alongside Rhett as his executive assistant, a sight the staff had grown

FitzGerald,”

ever so

imagining it. Rhett’s demeanor changed the moment he entered

contrast between Rhett at home and at work was

aside before they could enter

not yet office hours. What do

you’ve had your breakfast, but we

had eaten

said curtly, shutting

dumbfounded. “Mr. FitzGerald was quite

“Poor Kristin.”

resolved to be kinder to her, especially since others, like Nicola,

the elevator, the air

glance at Rhett, puzzled by his sudden mood.

FitzGerald,” she

away from York,” Rhett was firm.

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

didn’t grasp Rhett’s meaning.

then paused, clearing

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

his intentions were not pure.

they were in his office. “The partnership with Harborside Haven has been a success. There’s a celebration dinner tonight. Will you attend?”

fingers on the desk. He rarely

11:20

but asked anyway, perhaps hoping

tradition and attend, maybe even give Neal from the Investment Division a shout–out

then nodded. “Alright, arrange

earlier, insisting he come home tonight,

at an apology, or a

event, join me back at the

you think is best, Mr.

Her approach to him was strictly

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

wouldn’t let the incident with Nicola and the sulfuric acid

hands tightly, nodding.

At the kindergarten.