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

Chapter 194

After coaxing Liam to sleep, Kristin finally managed to slip away.

Sneaking her business card into her suitcase, she wrapped her arms around Rhett from behind. “Let’s switch to a different resort. If Liam wakes up and starts crying for me again…”

It would ruin the vacation.

She wanted to spend more time with Rhett. This holiday might be their last chance to be together. Having him, even if it was just for a short while, was a gift.

Rhett had just hung up with York and was surprised to feel Kristin’s embrace. “What did Hanson say to you?” he asked, a little thrown off by her sudden forwardness.

“Mommy, I want mommy…” Liam’s cries echoed from outside, growing fainter.

Clearly, Hanson had taken him away forcibly.

Kristin glanced at Rhett with a fluttering heart. Their eyes met.

After a moment of contemplation, Rhett swiftly began to pack. “Let’s go!”

They couldn’t afford to be entangled by the little boy again.

Kristin, though pained to hear Liam cry, took Rhett’s wrist and ran.

After all, she had a son, and Liam wasn’t hers…

As much as her heart ached, she couldn’t care for someone else’s child forever.

Watching Kristin tug at his wrist, Rhett couldn’t help but smile. “You still haven’t told me

what Hanson said.”

Kristin stopped, turning to face Rhett. “He thinks I’m using you as a stepping stone, trying to climb up the social ladder with the Lewis family.”

Rhett stepped forward, frowning. “And what did you say?”

“I said…” Kristin took a deep breath, mustering her courage.

said today, might never be said

you are the best. I don’t need to use you as a stepping stone to reach out to anyone.” Kristin smiled warmly, almost glowing in the sunlight.

a beat. So this was what it felt like

his embrace, humming in approval. “You’ve got me, and that’s all you need. You don’t have to reach out to anyone

meant trying harder so Kristin would always want to ‘reach out‘ to him.

we might have to move it up. Holcomb

families had met today for a

son, or rather, a pawn In Holcomb’s game,

bathroom, Kristin stood on the

was wrapped in just a towel, looking uneasy and

self, today Kristin was thinking about how to be more proactive… She wanted to do things that would make Rhett happy, with the little time they had left. After all, he was the only one who had ever considered her education and the injustice of her five–year imprisonment.

are made of flesh, and she knew very well who had been kind to

soft, her ears red with

said, putting down his phone and tousling her damp locks. “You need to dry off, or

a sweat shortly and would need another

stunned for a long moment. Today, Kristin’s

race.

his eyes, Rhett caught Kristin’s

gotten into you?” he

Kristin began unbuttoning Rhett’s

sharply. This kind of open

could die happily in her hands, “Do

would only whimper, but today she

taught me, to be

felt tight

afraid of losing Rhett, but if her presence only brought

him, she would rather leave.

new place for her to live and even got

eyebrows expectantly, as if waiting for Kristin’s praise.

sparkling. “Mr. FitzGerald, you sorted everything out for

do for someone who taught my

turned red at the word

Kristin dared to kiss his Adam’s apple, remembering Harriet’s words about it being a sensitive

of reason snap, lifting her onto the bathroom