Chapter 145 Someone's Pursuing the Boss' Wife

At noon, when Alexander stepped out of his office, he noticed that Isabella hadn't gone to lunch yet. He walked over to her desk, his tone awkward and gruff as he said, "I won't give you a raise for being so hardworking, you know. Shut down your computer. We're grabbing lunch." Isabella looked up and rolled her eyes at him. "Mr. Sinclair, why does even a nice sentiment sound so harsh coming from you?" "Fine. Can you clock out now, Ms. Moore? Lunch is on me, and you can pick whatever you want." Isabella was unaccustomed to his sudden shift in attitude. The old Alexander would've doubled down even when he was wrong; this felt like a whole new person. He frowned. "Why are you staring at me without saying anything? Are you coming or not?" She looked away. "I'm not." His face fell instantly, and he spun on his heel, stalking off without another word. The company had two elevators. As the one Alexander was in descended, the other one dinged open. Kenneth bounced out with a wide grin.