Chapter 77 So Many Years

"Come here…" Alexander uttered in a gentle yet commanding tone. Isabella remained rooted to the spot. Cautiously, she prompted, "Mr. Sinclair, go ahead and tell me what you need. Did… Did you… have too much to drink? How about… Shall I go downstairs and get a wait staff to help you up?" As she asked that, she wanted to turn around. All of a sudden, Alexander raised his voice. In a slightly enraged tone, he questioned, "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm going to get someone to help you. You're drunk, Mr. Sinclair." "Says who?" Alexander replied, his voice carrying a tinge of coquettishness. How could he say that he wasn't drunk when he was acting like this? No one would believe him! Nonetheless, Isabella didn't want to reason with a drunkard. All she could do was try her best to pacify him. "Alright, alright. You're not drunk, okay? But I reckon you're thirsty, aren't you? Shall I get you a glass of water?" "Come here!" Alexander ordered. "I'll cut your pay if you sti