Chapter 133
When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law
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Why bother to to ruin Rhett and Herthaâs enjoyable evening?
With tears in her eyes, Kristin numbly made her way to her room.
What was she so upset about?
Six years ago, when Ruby had stormed into the hotel with Vincent to catch a cheater, Kristin didnât seem nearly as distraught as she felt now when Vincent had doubted her.
Insecurity, helplessness and fear all crashed down on her in an instant.
The moment Hertha suggested her feelings for Rhett, Kristin panicked.
Kristin feared her feelings being discovered by others, especially Rhett. She couldnât let Rhett
knowâ¦
Her liking Rhett felt like a contamination of him.
âKristin, donât turn yourself into a laughing stock againâ¦â
She felt like the punchline of a joke.
Just because Rhett was different from the others, she foolishly fluttered her heart.
Disgusting⦠Kristin felt repulsed by herself.
She should take a hard look at herself in the mirror and assess if she was even deserving.
Once in her room, Kristin tried desperately to stay composed, but it seemed like her illness was flaring up again.
Her limbs stiffened, her breathing grew laboured.
She hid in the bathroom, turning on the shower to rinse endlessly, feeling dirty, unworthy of
anyone.
Anxiously biting her lip, Kristin didnât even notice when she drew blood.
How could she like Rhett? Impossible.
An impatient knocking came from outside the door.
Kristin thought she was hallucinating. Turning off the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked stiffly to the door.
âOpen upâ¦â It was Rhettâs voice on the other side tinged with irritation and anger. Kristin opened the door in a panic, momentarily forgetting her drenched state. As soon as the door cracked open, Rhett stumbled in, falling on top of Kristin. She frantically tried to support Rhett, smelling the strong scent of blood on him.
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âMr. FitzGerald, what happened to you?â Kristinâs hand came away covered in blood,
âRhettâ¦â Kristin sobbed, anxiously checking for wounds as she sat on the floor with him.
âItâs nothing⦠just a cut on my palm.â Rhettâs consciousness was hazy, but he could hear Kristin crying. Her voice was what finally made him relax.
To stay awake, he had cut his palm with a shard of a broken glass.
âKristinâ¦â he murmured.
âIâm here.â Kristin cried as she treated his wound.
âIâm docking your salary this month. How could you leave me behind?â Rhett had come with anger, but at the sight of Kristinâs tears, his rage dissipated.
âIâll⦠Iâll take you to the hospital.â Kristin noticed something was off with Rhett who was definitely not just drunk.
Rhett gripped his injured hand tightly to maintain consciousness. âThe drink was spiked.â
Kristin burst into tears, disoriented. She stood up, intending to change clothes and take Rhett to the hospital.
How could this happen? How could he be hurt? But as she was about to get up, Rhett suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace and holding her tight.
Clearly, he had lost his rationality.
âMr. FitzGeraldâ¦â Kristin was terrified, her whole body shaking. Only then did she realize she was only in a towel.
Her face paled as she tried to push Rhett away, her hands trembling with fear.
Would Rhett think she did this on purpose?
âStay stillâ¦â Rhettâs voice was hoarse as he tried to restrain himself. âI feel terribleâ¦â
Kristin dared not move, her heart pounding.
Was it an illusion? She resisted all men, but with Rhett in this intimate position, she didnât feel the need to push him away.
âIt hurts.â Rhettâs voice was hoarse as he held Kristin tighter.
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. âThe drink tonightâ¦â Feeling the heat of his breath, Kristin realized, the drink must have been tampered with. âWhy did you runâ¦â Rhett had lost all sense of reason, holding her head as he kissed her.
He must have lost control picking up that familiar scent on Kristin, the same one that woman carried six years ago.
Kristin didnât dare move as tears streamed down her face.
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She desperately wanted to push he away but she was scared
âI feel badâ¦â But when he buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and gained, Kristin inexplicably lifted her hand to embrace hims
She was dirty, unworthy of Rhett But maybe this was all she was worth
She owed Phett so much. How was she to repay him?
Her trembling fingers reached for his tie and Kristin felt she was going mad.
Perhaps she truly was.
Phett leaned against the wall his gaze intense as he looked at Kristin, then suddenly stood, holding her in one arm.
Kristin let out a gasp, clinging to Rhett her body shaking uncontrollably
Rhett wanted to kiss Kristin but she dodged.
âWaitâ¦â Kristin was hoarse in her voice, shaking as she undid his buttons. âDo we need a condom?
âDonât run again.â Rhett was commanding as he traced Kristin and kissed her. âYouâve been running for six years, huh?â
Kristin couldnât control her tears, wanting to flee in fear.
She knew the person Rhett was talking about wasnât her. It was hetta
Should she call Hertha? Would that be right?
âItâs not⦠not me.â Kristin cried hard, but she couldnât push Rhett away.
At the sight of Kristinâs constant tears, Rhett comforted her, holding her close. âWe re a legal couple.â
Kristin tensed her body, her gaze shifting to Rhett in shock.
Had she misheard, or was she overthinking?
It must be the latterâ¦
âAh!â Suddenly pushed against the wall Kristin felt the cold wall on her back and instinctively sought refuge in his arms.
Rhett took the opportunity to kiss her neck, pulling away the towel
Now, Kristin was as red as a boiled lobster.
Even though she had given birth to Summer, Kristin had no experience in such matters.
She repelled men so much that she would stiffen up if one came close.
Harriet had often joked with her and asked her to learn how to charm a man, but Kristin never
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took it to heart.
But when Kristin found herself in front of Rhett, her usually steady hands began to tremble.
Would he find her lacking?
What would he think when he woke up the next day? Would he despise her?
Would he cancel the contract and demand sho
leave the FitzGerald Group immediately?
Kristin was terrified, but her body seemed to betray her thoughts.
The overwhelming desire to please Rhett shattered her composure, which wasnât who she was. Tears streamed down her face, born out of fear.
She was afraid Rhett would find her dirty and frivolous, but she couldnât control herself.
In the heat of the moment, Rhett was indifferent to Kristinâs reaction, her cries fading into the
night.
Evidently, this encounter was far from a treasured memory for Kristin.
It lasted until the early hours, and finally Rhett relented.
Kristin felt like she was on the brink of collapse, her heart racing, panic setting in.
What was she going to do? How could she face Rhett tomorrow?
How about running away?
A voice inside her was screaming for her to flee, urging her to pretend as if nothing had occurred.
Rhett would probably remember nothing when he awoke, so if she just fled, pretending it all hadnât occurredâ¦
With trembling arms, she tried to sit up, only to realize she was completely drained.
Carefully sliding out of bed, Kristin gathered her clothes strewn on the floor. In a state of panic, she fled the hotel and found refuge in the hotelâs garden, where she curled up and spent the rest of the night hidden in the shadows.