When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 171

Rhett’s consciousness was fuzzy, and his grip on Kristin’s hand tightened, but he didn’t speak.

“Rhett, how are you feeling?” Kristin panicked, fearfully feeling Rhett’s forehead. “Let me go get the thermometer, okay?”

“No need.” Rhett’s voice was low. He clung to Kristin and was unwilling to let her go.

Kristin was shocked, left to cajole Rhett like one would soothe a child. “Be good. I’ll get the thermometer and some fever patches.”

Rhett grunted, refusing to release her.

Kristin had no choice but to pry his hands away forcefully. But as she tried to get up, noticed Rhett was clutching her shirt in his fist.

she

Kristin smiled helplessly. Rhett turned into such a child when he was sick. Even Summer wasn’t this clingy.

The contrast was astounding.

“Don’t leave me alone…” Rhett’s voice was faint. He might have fallen asleep.

Kristin turned to look at Rhett.

In the outside world, Rhett always appeared aloof, ruthless in his methods, swift and

decisive.

He had built his own company, elevating the FitzGerald Group to its current heights. His capabilities were unquestionable.

Losing his mother in his teens, unloved by his father, tormented by a stepmother, he had walked this path alone.

In truth, Rhett craved love but resisted everyone’s affection.

After fetching the thermometer, Kristin measured his forehead’s temperature. It read 102.8 degrees, a high fever.

She brewed some fever reducer and approached with fever patches in hand.

“Rhett? How about taking the medicine before you sleep?” Kristin whispered soothingly.

Rhett furrowed his brow, unwilling to move.

He rarely fell ill from childhood and never kept medicine at home. After Kristin came into his life, fearing she might get sick, he started to stock up on cold remedies, which ironically came in handy for himself.

Rhett felt a bit guilty. His illness might have resulted from anxiety.

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It was too bitter, and with his excellent health condition, he never needed it. Sleep

him taking the medicine, especially since

a high fever.

comply, Kristin attempted to lift

and Kristin fell into

her close, pinning her beneath

was raspy but unmistakably laced

for over two decades, and suddenly tasting sweetness was too much to resist. Every second Kristin spent

take your medicine first,” Kristin

my medicine nicely?” Rhett raised

taking the medicine, she had to agree. “But you’re sick…”

it out will help…”

not making sense.” Kristin’s heart

a whole cup of the bitter

leaning down to

of the medicine in his mouth, but

even plain water seemed sweet for those who had

medicine.

hotter, and Rhett’s desire for Kristin reached

had never imagined craving a woman to this extent, nor had he ever thought he would willingly

Kristin could probably ask him to die,

Kristin’s eyes

embrace tightening around Rhett as her breathing

madness. It seemed everyone had

body burning hot. Kristin felt feverish, too, and her soul

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passion was torment for Kristin. She constantly reminded herself she was unworthy, not good enough

soul

was branded a fallen woman or criticized for her personal

fault wasn’t hers, she felt

an outlet for Rhett’s desires, perhaps

woke up aching all over the

gone. Kristin sat up in fear, and her alarm clock was

panicking that she didn’t have time to prepare breakfast for the

of the room, Kristin caught the

Summer was

Daddy made

corporate titan making breakfast for the kids. She must be dreaming.

FitzGerald, I, I can do it.” Kristin rushed over, only to

overcooked eggs, and a warm glass of milk