Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1285 Things Had Changed

Micah glanced down at the blue marks on his wrist, his mood turning serious. Maybe it was time to get a head start. "Sadie! Sadie, wake up!" Micah's voice boomed through the room, jolting Sadie out of a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat. "No, no!" she gasped, trying to shake off the lingering fear from her dream.

Micah got up instinctively, gently patting her back. "It's okay, just a dream."

"I dreamt of Tristan," Sadie mumbled groggily, then froze, staring blankly at Micah. "Am I dreaming? Why are you here?" She rubbed her eyes hard and saw he was still there. She quickly got up to put on a coat. She liked to sleep in a white silk camisole, with nothing underneath, her whole body exposed in front of Micah.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," Micah said, rolling his eyes as he went back to the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Sadie clumsily put on her coat, tied up her long hair, and went to the bathroom for a quick wash. Coming out, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"The kids miss you," Micah replied simply.

"Noah, Nathan, and Mia are here?" Sadie's eyes lit up with joy. "Where are they?" She dashed toward the door, ready to replace them.

"You're going out like that?" Micah frowned. "There are a bunch of male bodyguards outside."

Sadie came to her senses and hurried back to change clothes.

Unlike her previous rooms, this one was simple and didn't have a dressing room. She planned to change in the bathroom, but it was already wet everywhere. "Just change here," Micah said, walking to the window to smoke.

Sadie glanced at him, turned her back, and quickly changed her clothes. "Okay, I'm done."

Micah slowly turned around, exhaling a smoke ring.

Sadie tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then wiped her face. It was rare to see the kids, and she wanted to look her best.

Micah leaned against the window, squinting, quietly watching her.

The smoke swirled around, masking his complex expression.

Sadie glanced at him. For some reason, he always seemed sad now. She asked, "You didn't smoke before. Why are you smoking now?"

"You used to sleep without any clothes on," Micah replied flatly.

"You..." Sadie blushed instantly, lowering her head, not daring to look at him.

Seeing her blush, Micah felt a bit moved. He couldn't help but walk closer, gently lifting her chin to make her look at him.

Sadie saw the tenderness and affection in his eyes, and for a moment, she was flustered, as if they were still the deeply in love couple they once were. As if nothing had changed.

Micah slowly leaned in, his lips brushing her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and finally resting on her tender lips. He didn't kiss her just lingered, inhaling her scent.

He didn't dare kiss her, afraid she would push him away, afraid she would reject him. He was so careful, as if he were protecting something fragile, something that might disappear if he applied too much pressure. This enchanting ambiguity was heartbreaking and sorrowful. Once upon a time, they loved each other so much and wished to merge into one. But now, things had changed.

Whenever he got close to her, he would think of her with Joe, like a knife twisting in his heart, causing excruciating pain.

He clearly didn't want to remember it, clearly planned to let it go, but he couldn't help but think of it.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The two, lost in their suggestive moment, immediately snapped back to reality. Sadie instinctively stepped back, turned around, and composed herself.