Chapter 218

"He's Mr. Kensington's driver!" Of course, Harrison was the one who had delivered everything for his boss.

No wonder Isabella had mistaken Harrison for Evelyn's boyfriend.

"Thanks for bringing those things earlier, Harrison," Evelyn said as she slid into the car. She hadn't seen him earlier but knew she owed him gratitude for coming out so late. "You're welcome, Madam," Harrison replied, glancing briefly at Isabella before gripping the steering wheel.

"Oh, by the way, this is Isabella. My assistant and best friend," Evelyn introduced them properly. "Bella, this is Alexander's assistant, Harrison."

Isabella nodded. Noticing Harrison hadn't turned around, she leaned forward and tapped his shoulder. "Sorry about earlier!"

Harrison startled, twisting to look at her. "What?"

"I didn’t realize who you were. Thought you were some corporate spy sneaking around, so I was kind of rude. My bad!" Isabella had a blunt, straightforward personality—she wasn’t the type to hold grudges. She’d acted harshly because she genuinely believed he was stealing trade secrets. Now that she knew the truth, she wasn’t too proud to apologize.

Besides, he had delivered the food she’d just devoured.

Harrison clearly hadn’t expected an apology. A girl this upfront, admitting fault so easily—he couldn’t just ignore it. Still, he wasn’t used to this kind of directness, so he stiffly nodded. "I-It’s fine. No problem."

Isabella grinned, her smile bright and unapologetic.

Harrison quickly faced forward again, adjusting his grip on the wheel. Just then, Alexander opened the door and slid into the car. "Let’s go."

Evelyn turned to Isabella. "What’s your new address again? You said it’s close to the office, right?"

"Super close." Isabella rattled off an unfamiliar street name. Evelyn frowned. "Harrison, do you know that area? We’ll drop Bella off first before heading back."

"Got it." Harrison started the engine.

Isabella instinctively scooted closer to the window, pressing her forehead against the glass. She knew when to make herself scarce—third wheels shouldn’t overstay their welcome.

But Evelyn didn’t get the hint. Worried Isabella might feel awkward, she shifted closer and looped an arm through hers. "Bella, the next few days should be light. Rest up. After that, we’ll dive into the new product. I’ll run some ideas by you soon."

Isabella hummed in response, keeping her gaze fixed outside. Even without looking, she could feel Alexander’s presence—heavy, commanding, impossible to ignore.

"I’m thinking of shifting the target demographic," Evelyn mused. "What do you—"

"If you’re off the clock," Alexander’s deep voice cut in, "maybe stop talking business." With that, he tugged Evelyn toward him, effectively ending the conversation.