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. “Letgo 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 sfever 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 leavealone...” 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 sfever 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 cinto his life, fearing she might get sick, he started to stock up on cold remedies, which ironically cin handy for himself.

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

12-14 1won't take medicine. Rhett had always reslated medication since childhood. It was too bitter, and with his excellent health condition, he never needed it. Sleep was usually enough That won't do.” Kristin Insisted on him taking the medicine, especially since the mercury thermometer read 102 degrees.

That was a high fever.

Seeing that Rhett wouldn't comply, Kristin attempted to lift him.

But Rhett was heavy, and Kristin fell into his embrace.

Rhett smoothly pulled her close, pinning her beneath him. “You started this...

His voice was raspy but unmistakably laced with desire.

In the world of adults, pleasure was not so taboo, especially for someone like Rhett, who had been chaste for over two decades, and suddenly tasting sweetness was too much to resist. Every second Kristin spent by his side was torture.

“Take... take your medicine first,” Kristin said, her voice tense.

“A reward for taking my medicine nicely?” Rhett raised an eyebrow, his breath scorching.

Kristin's cheeks flushed. To coax him into taking the medicine, she had to agree. “But you're sick...” “Sweating it out will help...” Rhett earnestly persuaded Kristin.

“That's not making sense.” Kristin's heart raced.

Rhett downed a whole cup of the bitter medicine, grimacing.

“I say so...” Rhett smirked, leaning down to kiss Kristin.

Kristin could taste the bitter remnants of the medicine in his mouth, but after the bitterness ca sweet illusion.

Indeed, even plain water seemed sweet for those who had tasted the bitterness of medicine.

Their breath grew hotter, and Rhett’s desire for Kristin reached its peak.

He had never imagined craving a woman to this extent, nor had he ever thought he would willingly sink into the depths for one.

At this moment, Kristin could probably ask him to die, and he would.

Kristin's eyes eyes welled up, her embrace tightening around Rhett as her breathing quickened.

It was madness. It seemed everyone had gone mad.

Rhett was feverish, his body burning hot. Kristin felt feverish, too, and her soul was on fire.

2/4 12:14 Caught in thie maelstrom of passion was torment for Kristin. She constantly reminded herself she was unworthy, not good enough for Rhett.

Her body and soul felt tarnished.

Kristin had no strength to argue whether she was branded a fallen woman or criticized for her personal life.

Even if the fault wasn't hers, she felt too dirty for someone like Rhett.

If her body could provide an outlet for Rhett's desires, perhaps that was valuable enough.

Kristin woke up aching all over the following morning.

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

She hurriedly got out of bed to wash up, panicking that she didn’t have tto prepare breakfast for the two kids or Rhett.

But stepping out of the room, Kristin caught the scent of cooking.

“Daddy's so cool!” Summer was as supportive as ever.

“Mommy, Daddy made eggs.” Kristin stared in shock at Rhett bustling in the kitchen, the corporate titan making breakfast for the kids. She must be dreaming.

“Mr. FitzGerald, I, | can do it.” Kristin rushed over, only to find Rhett had already finished.

He got simple sandwiches, overcooked eggs, and a warm glass of milk for everyone.

Instinctively reaching to touch Rhett's forehead and seeing the fever had subsided, Kristin breathed a sigh of relief.

His constitution was remarkable, looking radiant after “I didn’t lie, did 1?” Rhett whispered in Kristin's ear.

Her earlobes instantly turned red, her neck flushing.

just one night.

“I told you sweating it out would break the fever.” Rhett continued his deadpan explanation.

let's dig in!” Kristin flustered, dashed out of the kitchen to sit beside Summer, joining the little ones for breakfast.

“Aunt Kristin, my uncle is amazing.

He can make breakfast. My dad can't dad can't do anything and he doesn't even know when milk expires. | once ended up in the hospital,” Milo said in admiration. 3/4 Kristin sighed as she gently ruffled Milo’s hair.

Divorce could be hard on the kids, who are always the innocent victims.

But it was not their fault, right? At FitzGerald Enterprises,

“Mr. Vincent, Rhett's computer has a security system. If we Aermesien breach it he might detect the intrusion said the hacker that Vincent had recruited. “So, what if he does? Can he trace it back to us?” Vincent asked.

“Rhett’s no hacker. He won't manage it quickly. Our IP will have been masked when he gets a real tech whiz on it. We'll be hard to track down.” Vincent smirked. “Good.” “Take a look at this data. It's all | could grab during the very short twhen Rhett's computer was online.” Vincent skimmed through the files with irritation. “This is all junk.” “We'll have another shot when he connects to the network again,” the hacker suggested.

Vincent nodded, glancing at the clock. Rhett should be starting his workday about then.

“Isn't Rhett supposed to meet with the rival this afternoon? Get someone from their team to to cozy up to Kristin Snap a photo.If news of the hack gets out, tell the rival company to pin it on Kristin,” Vincent murmured calculatingly. If Rhett stopped trusting Kristin, she'd have only to leave the FitzGerald Group.

And who would Kristin have left to turn to without Rhett's support?