Chapter 146 How Can He Bear to Let Her Go

Isabella glanced at the hefty lunchbox, then at Kenneth's eager expression. She sighed helplessly. "Thanks, Wilson. You probably haven't eaten lunch either, right? Why don't you take the food, then? I already have plans to eat out with my junior…" "If you don't mind, Ms. Moore, I can leave the lunchbox on your desk. You can heat it up later when you're back," Wilson said, his tone carrying a hint of insistence. "Mr. Sinclair mentioned you barely ate breakfast this morning. He was worried you'd go hungry at lunch." That hit a soft spot—Isabella had indeed only nibbled on a couple of bites of bread that morning. But when she glanced at Kenneth's phone screen to see the restaurant guide he had prepared with her favorite dishes circled, she felt torn. Kenneth spoke up first, giving her arm a friendly pat. "It's fine, Isabella. Take the food. You'll just owe me another meal. I'll hold you to a good one next time!" Isabella blinked, warmed by the genuine cheeriness in his eyes. She nodde