Chapter 229

“Sorry, Sir.” Beatrice Wright bit her lip, looking reluctant as she turned to leave. Alexander Barron didn’t even spare her a glance, just kept on working like nothing happened. But before long, the sharp click of heels echoed again. He looked up, clearly irritated. Just as he expected—it was Beatrice, standing at the door like she had unfinished business. “What now?” His voice was cold, full of impatience. Beatrice stepped in and started placing breakfast items on his desk, one after another. “I just checked with your assistant. She said you skipped breakfast today, so I went downstairs and grabbed some for you. It's all stuff you like. Eat while it's still hot, it won’t taste good once it’s cold,” she said with a sweet smile. Alexander's brow furrowed even deeper as he eyed the table full of food. He didn’t want this kind of over-eager ‘kindness’ from Beatrice. No, thanks. “I’m not hungry. Take it away.” His tone turned icier, face dark with displeasure. Beatrice, however, seemed com