Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 87

Isabella felt like Alexander was somewhat different at work today. He seemed to have returned to that initial version of himself who made everything difficult for her.

"Ms. Moore, make me a cup of coffee with no sugar. Leave it to cool to the right temperature before bringing it to me…"

"Ms. Moore, there are so many punctuation mistakes in this document. Amend them for me!"

"Ms. Moore, I want takeout for lunch. I'm hungry!"

"Ms. Moore…"

Isabella couldn't be any more annoyed by his instructions. Finally, after hearing "Ms. Moore" for the umpteenth time, she flung everything she was doing aside. She barged through the door to Alexander's office without even knocking.

"Mr. Sinclair, that's enough!" she yelled.

Alexander set his pen down halfway through signing his name, then lifted his eyes and stared straight at Isabella's face, which had flushed red in anger.

"What's wrong, Ms. Moore?" he inquired in a calm voice, as if he wasn't bothered by her rage at all.

Isabella questioned him firmly and loudly, "You've been ordering me around since the first thing in the morning. What in the world are you trying to do, Alexander?"

He gave her a sidelong glance, then blurted, "I only have one objective."

She glared at him angrily, waiting for an answer.

He continued, "I want to get your attention."

Isabella was stunned into silence. The ball of rage that had been about to explode from within her became stuck in her throat. She even held her breath for a moment.

She studied the emotionless look on Alexander's face, wondering if she had misheard him. Was he aware of what he said? Had he gone mad?

"You—" Isabella opened her mouth to speak. The fury in her voice turned into disbelief at the absurdity of what she had just heard. "Are you still half-asleep, Alexander? Are you insane?"

Alexander remained in his seat. He leaned back against his chair as he gently tapped his fingers on the desk, his gaze fixed on her the whole time. Even the usual frigidity on his face was replaced by a tinge of gentleness. "I'm still sane. I'm as clear-headed as I can be."

He paused, then lowered his voice a little. "Isabella, I'll break off my engagement with Natalie first." His voice carried a subtle stiffness that even he hadn't noticed.

Isabella's heart skipped a beat as she widened her eyes at him. "Don't be stubborn, Alexander!"

In that instant, she took a few steps back, creating some distance between both of them.

"Isabella!" Alexander growled.

Though, she couldn't be sure if he was yelling out of pain or anger. Perhaps it was both.

Nevertheless, she disregarded him. Instead, she pointed out straightforwardly, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, I won't stop you if you wish to break off your engagement because it has nothing to do with me."

"How could it have nothing to do with you? Don't play dumb, Isabella!"

Isabella ignored Alexander's fury. She smiled and said, "You're right. I'm now Theodore's wife, and he is your uncle. It's fine with me if you wish to get my advice as your aunt."

The moment Alexander saw the forced smile on Isabella's face, he blew his top. "Aunt, my foot! You're both going to get divorced sooner or later!"

A loud smack reverberated through the room.

Isabella had slapped him right across the face. It was only when she noticed the look of disbelief on his face that she paused and looked down at her own hand… She actually hit him?