Chapter 155


    Since breakfast, when she had made pancakes and scrambled eggs for Summer, Kristin’s


    mood seemed subdued.


    She was distracted, lost in her thoughts.


    Rhett nced sideways at Kristin and spoke with a concerned voice. “Are you feeling alright?”


    Kristin quickly shook her head. “I’m fine…”


    Her worries were all about Garner.


    Kristin was self–aware enough to recognize the boundaries of her rtionship with Rhett. There was a


    line that could never be crossed. But Garner was emotionally untouched.


    Once upon a time, Garner had a crush on a girl, but after Ruby publicly used him of being a creep


    and mistreating her, that budding romance was over before it even began.


    Since then, Garner remained alone, living a simple life with Summer. In the past five years, no one had


    dared to set him up with anyone. Those who were interested backed off as soon as they learned about


    the kid.


    Garner didn’t seem to want anyone either. He had grown ustomed to solitude, with only Summer


    and his mother who was still in prison as his cares in the world.


    In truth, Kristin’s five years in prison were just as torturous for Garner, one trapped within the walls, the


    other confined by them from the outsid


    “Pull over here, please,” Rhett instructed the driver to stop by the curb.


    The driver, a little surprised, quickly obliged.


    Rhett stepped out and bought atte from the coffee shop by the road.


    A shocked Kristin followed. “Mr. FitzGerald, do you likettes? Next time, I’ll grab one for you.”


    He handed her thette. “It’s for you.”


    Kristin clutched thette, stunned.


    For her?


    Her eyes moistened, and she lowered her head, following Rhett back into the car.


    “I’ve noticed you like coffee sweet,” Rhett guessed, assuming Kristin had a sweet tooth.


    Kristin didn’t respond. It was just that life had been so bitter that she craved sweetness.


    Because after that day she had taken the medicine, Rhett had said, whenever life felt too bitter, she


    should have a piece of candy.


    “Thank you, Mr. FitzGerald.”


    Chapel 155


    At the FitzGerald Group.


    Kristin entered thepany alongside Rhett as his executive assistant, a sight the staff had grown


    used to.


    “Good morning, Mr. FitzGerald,” employees greeted Rhett.


    He nodded, ever so slightly.


    Kristin wasn’t imagining it. Rhett’s demeanor changed the moment he entered the office, his aura


    chillingly aloof.


    The contrast between Rhett at home and at work was stark.


    “Kristin, a moment, please,” York called her aside before they could enter the elevator.


    Rhett frowned. “It’s not yet office hours. What do you need her for?”


    York looked puzzled. “Mr. FitzGerald, you’ve had your breakfast, but we haven’t, so I thought I’d take


    Kristin for a bite.”


    Kristin felt awkward and had eaten already with Mr. FitzGerald.


    “She’s busy.” Rhett said curtly, shutting the elevator doors.


    York was left outside, dumbfounded. “Mr. FitzGerald was quite the taskmaster,” he thought,


    “Poor Kristin.”


    York sighed, feeling increasingly that Kristin deserved better. He resolved to be kinder to her, especially


    since others, like Nic, had been downright malicious, once trying to harm Kristin with sulfuric acid.


    Inside the elevator, the air was tense.


    Kristin stole a nce at Rhett, puzzled by his sudden mood.


    “Mr. FitzGerald,” she whispered.


    “Stay away from York,” Rhett was firm.


    Kristin was confused. “York is nice. We work together. I can’t just avoid him.


    She didn’t grasp Rhett’s meaning.


    “I mean…” Rhett started, then paused, clearing his throat instead of continuing.


    He knew York too well. The man’spassion was selective, typically reserved for attractive women.


    After badmouthing Kristin, now he seemed to be her advocate, even warning Rhett not


    to overwork his staff. Clearly, his intentions were not pure.


    “Mr. FitzGerald, here’s the schedule for the week,” Kristin said, presenting a tablet to Rhett once. they


    were in his office. “The partnership with Harborside Haven has been a sess. There’s a celebration


    dinner tonight. Will you attend?”


    Rhett drummed his fingers on the desk. He rarely attendedpany social events.


    11:20


    Kristin knew this but asked anyway, perhaps hoping he’d make an exception just this once.


    “If possible, it would be great if you could break tradition and attend, maybe even give Neal from the


    Investment Division a shout–out in front of the executives and project team. It would boost his morale,”


    Kristin said softly, her voice carrying a plea.


    Rhett considered for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, arrange it.”


    Hob had called him earlier, insisting hee home tonight, mentioning Nic would be cooking.


    Was this an attempt at an apology, or a way to evade responsibility?


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    “After the event, join me back at the house?” Rhett sought Kristin’s agreement.


    “Sure,” she replied. “Whatever you think is best, Mr. FitzGerald.”


    Rhett sighed inwardly. Her approach to him was strictly professional.


    “Don’t worry about tonight, whatever happens. I’ll be there,” Rhett reassured her.


    He wouldn’t let the incident with Nic and the sulfuric acid go unpunished.


    Kristin gripped her hands tightly, nodding.


    At the kindergarten.


    Summer was engrossed in his math ss when a teacher called out his name from outside the


    door.


    Summer slipped quietly out of the ssroom and approached his teacher with a respectful gaze. “Did


    you need to see me for something?”


    “Sweetie, your hair’s gotten so long without a chance to trim?” The teacher said in a soft voice.


    Summer shook his head and refused, “Uncle Garner says it’s still not long enough to need a


    haircut.”


    “Let me give it a little trim for you,” The teacher suggested, taking Summer’s hand and leading him to


    the office.


    “But you should have my mom’s permission to cut my hair.” Summer said cautiously, resisting the idea


    of his teacher cutting his hair.


    “It’s just a little off the ends, it’s no big deal,” the teacher coaxed gently.


    “No, I can’t. Uncle Garner says our body and hair are gifts from our parents. We shouldn’t let just


    anybody cut our hair,” Summer insisted.


    “Summer, be a good boy,” the teacher said, clearly losing patience and reaching for a few strands of


    Summer’s hair.


    Summer quickly dodged. “If my hair gets too long. Mom will take me to the salon. I don’t need a haircut


    from you.”


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    “Alright then, I’ll just tidy it up a bit,” the teacher said with a smile, putting down the scissors and waving


    Summer over.


    Summer approached, still suspicious,


    “You’re pulling my hair,” he winced as he felt strands being tugged from his scalp.


    It seemed like the teacher had pulled out several hairs.


    “Oh, sorry, Summer! I didn’t mean to. There were some knots. I was just trying to help sort it out,” the


    teacher said with a smile, fumbling with Summer’s hair and then dismissing him back to ss.


    Summer returned to the ssroom, confusedly ncing back at his teacher.


    Looking at the strands of hair in her hand, the teacher slipped them into a small stic bag. “Ms.


    Haywood, I’ve got the hair with follicles from Summer. I rmend sending them for testing within two


    weeks to ensure uracy, as the results could bepromised if we wait too long.”


    On the phone, Hertha’s voice was a bit hoarse. “You’ve done well. Bring the sample to me.”


    Summer’s hair with follicles was secured. Now it was up to Adrienne to y her part.


    But deceiving a child was one thing, pulling the wool over James would be quite another.