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

the FitzGerald

company alongside Rhett as his executive assistant, a sight the staff had grown used to.

Mr. FitzGerald,” employees greeted Rhett.

ever so slightly.

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

Rhett at home and

aside before they could enter

not yet office hours. What

you’ve had your breakfast, but we haven’t, so I thought I’d take Kristin for a

awkward and had eaten already with

said curtly, shutting

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

“Poor Kristin.”

especially since others, like Nicola, had been downright

the elevator, the air was tense.

at Rhett, puzzled by his sudden mood.

she whispered.

from York,” Rhett was firm.

is nice. We work together.

grasp Rhett’s

clearing his throat instead of

women. After badmouthing Kristin, now he seemed to

Clearly, his intentions

to Rhett once. they were in his office. “The partnership

his fingers on the desk. He rarely attended company

11:20

this but asked anyway, perhaps hoping he’d

give Neal from the Investment Division a shout–out in front of the executives and project team. It would boost his

moment, then nodded. “Alright, arrange

come home tonight, mentioning Nicola would

apology, or

at the house?” Rhett sought

you think is best, Mr.

Her approach to him was strictly

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

with Nicola and the sulfuric acid

hands tightly,

At the kindergarten.

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