"Can't you open the door smoothly? Just break it if necessary. If it gets damaged, you can afford to replace it," Alex said irritably, glaring at Layton.
"Oh dear, Mr. Alex, acting like you're struggling. If it gets damaged, you can just replace it; it won't make a dent in your wallet," Layton replied, causing Alex to snort.
"Here's the food you ordered," placing the food on the table, Alex then turned to Isabelle. Isabelle understood the signal given by Alex and stood up, heading towards Alex's gurney.
"Oh, the future boss's wife is also here," Layton chuckled, making Isabelle glare at him.
"Don't be angry, this is food for Mr. Alex. He'd probably be happy if the boss's wife fed him," he pointed at the food on the table and then went to the sofa to rest because he was tired from searching for Alex's desired meal.
"Layton, you're tired of living, huh?" Alex muttered.
