Chapter 135


    “Come with me. Mr. FitzGerald is blowing a gasket.” York sighed, beckoning Kristin to follow


    him.


    Kristin dabbed at her tears topose herself and followed York, her head bowed.


    “What’s the deal with you? What were you up tost night? Got a guilty conscience?” As soon as they


    entered the hotel, the receptionist fromst night spotted Kristin and stormed over, fuming. “That ID of


    yours was a fake, wasn’t it?”


    Kristin said nothing and just kept her head down.


    York frowned, about to ask what was going on when Rhett stepped out of the elevator.


    The receptionist hurried over. “Mr. FitzGerald, did you sleep wellst night?”


    Rhett’s face darkened, his gaze locked onto Kristin. Kristin, too scared to meet his eyes, stood there


    awkwardly.


    Ignoring everyone else, Rhett made a beeline for Kristin. She bit her lip nervously and took a retreat


    step, her hands anxiously sped together.


    With a low and oppressive voice, Rhett lifted Kristin’s hair.


    She felt a burning touch where his fingertips met her skin and tried to dodge, but Rhett caught her


    wrist.


    “Where did you go?” Rhett was oppressive.


    Tears welled up in Kristin’s eyes, her voice hoarse with unspoken grievances. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find


    you. It’s all my fault…”


    She was crying now, scared to let Rhett know the truth, so she lied. “I’m sorry, please don’t fire


    me.”


    Kristin tried hard not to cry, but she was terrified and afraid that Rhett didn’t want her anymore. She


    really needed him now.


    “Fire you? Why?” Rhett murmured, his intimidating aura visibly dissipating almost with a hint of relief.


    York was dumbfounded. What had gotten into Mr. FitzGerald?


    “I couldn’t find youst night.” Kristin continued through her tears.


    Rhett softened his voice. “Alright, go freshen up.


    York was speechless. Was he hallucinating? Why was Rhett’s tone so tender with Kristin, as if dripping


    with honey?


    Kristin nodded and moved to leave, but Rhett caught her wrist again, touching her forehead without any


    regard for the onlookers, checking for a fever.


    His expression darkened as he noticed Kristin’s flushed cheeks. “Go rest. Fil have breakfast sent up.”


    “But….” Kristin nced nervously at the time.


    “Don’t worry. We don’t leave until two in the afternoon. It’s only half–past seven now,” Rhett exined


    with patience.


    York touched his forehead, wondering if he wasing down with something too.


    Rhett had just been yed and York thought he’d be in a wrathful state.


    But this was uncanny and more frightening than Rhett in a murderous mood.


    “Go get some cold medicine,” Rhett turned, his voice icy.


    York felt a cold shiver run down his spine. This firm and impersonal demeanor – that was the Mr.


    Fitzgerald he was familiar with. But why was it that he was so chilly and imposing towards him, yet


    showed such gentleness to Kristin? In his mind. York couldn’t help but grapple with the seeming


    injustice of it all.


    The reception staff were petrified, nervously exchanging nces. Was this woman… really Mr.


    FitzGerald’s assistant?


    Why had their manager asked them to stop herst night?


    Kristin wiped away her tears and approached the front desk. My 10, please.”


    The receptionist, terrified, quickly handed over her ID. “I’m sorry.”


    Kristin left without a word, staggering slightly as she entered the elevator.


    Her head was spinning.


    As soon as Kristin was in the elevator, Rhett’s soft gaze turned icy.


    York pinched himself, which wasn’t an illusion.


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    “Mr. FitzGerald…”


    “Why was Kristin’s ID at the front desk?” Rhett demanded, his voice heavy.


    The receptionist hesitated. “Last night… Sorry, we thought Ms. Turner was…”


    “What?” Rhett furrowed his brow, his patience wearing thin.


    “A whore.” the receptionist blurted out, trembling. “Mr. FitzGerald, it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t know Ms.


    Turner was your assistant.”


    As Rhett’s gaze turned frostier and the two young women at the front desk turned pale, their voices


    quivering.


    “The manager gave us a photo and told us to stop her. He said she might be a whore,” the receptionist


    mumbled, head bowed.


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    Rhett scoffed.


    Someone was ying a dangerous game.


    They’d targeted Rhett and now dared to mess with Kristin.


    “Investigation is needed. Fire and sue those involved in this incident. cklist them in the industry if


    necessary,” Rhett nced at York and walked out of the hotel.


    “Mr. FitzGerald!” York inhaled sharply, realizingst night’s incident had hit Rhett’sst nerve.


    An industry–wide cklist meant not only unemployment for the hotel management butwsuits and a


    permanent ban from the hospitality industry.


    “Mr. FitzGerald, your dining area is on the second floor. Where are you going?” York asked, his voice


    filled with anxiety.


    “To get medicine,” Rhett said, his face etched with concern.


    “Huh? I’ll go,” York hadn’t caught up yet.


    “No need, handle the hotel situation,” Rhett warned, pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who gave


    Kristin a hard timest night gets what they deserve.”


    York was momentarily lost. Their formidable CEO of the FitzGerald Group was personally going to get


    medicine for his assistant.


    “Mr. FitzGerald, during ourst business trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and you


    didn’t even bother to get me any medicines,” York grumbled with a note of jealousy.


    “What’s the matter? Are you my wife or something?” Rhett retorted with disdain, giving York a sidelong


    nce before striding away.


    York stood rooted to the spot, so shocked that it took him an eternity to recover his wits..


    Rhett’sment had jogged York’s memory. Kristin wasn’t just the CEO’s assistant but Rhett’s


    contractual wife, too.


    York was so mind–blinded.


    After a steaming hot shower, Kristin staggered out of the bathroom, her head spinning so much she


    could hardly stand.


    “Good morning, madam, I’ve brought your breakfast,” came the hotel staff through the door.


    Kristin, weak and breathless, opened the door to see a cartden with a sumptuous breakfast being


    wheeled in.


    “Mr. FitzGerald…” Kristin faltered for a second as she saw Rhett standing outside.


    Catching Kristin before she could lose her bnce, Rhett instinctively pulled her into his arms.


    That familiar scent was unmistakably hers.


    “Please leave us,” he gestured to the staff. Once they were gone, Rhett scooped Kristin up and


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    Kristin was too nervous to breathe, her heart racing.


    “Where did you go to freeze half to death?” Rhett scolded, his annoyance apparent. He couldn’t fathom


    why Kristin would run off like that. What did she think he’d do to her?


    If he hadn’t been smart enough to leave his mark on herst night with a bite, was Kristin nning to


    sleep with him and then shirk responsibility?


    Kristin sniffled and burrowed into the nkets, covering herselfpletely, leaving only her eyes


    visible. She felt guilty.


    “Have your medicine,” Rhett chided as he prepared the hot drink with a cold remedy for her.


    Kristin looked at Rhett through blurred vision. Why was he being so nice to her?


    “Kristin, drink up. We need to talk about something about six years ago…” Rhett stirred the cold


    remedy, intending to have a serious talk and settle some old ounts with Kristin, but when he turned


    back, he found that Kristin had already fallen asleep.


    She was too exhausted and worn out to stay awake.