Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1327 Testing

Sadie's hurt hand smacked the sofa, and she let out a sharp gasp.

Micah's eyes showed he was worried, but he kept his face cold and distant.

Sadie grabbed her phone and hung up the call without a second thought.

"Do whatever you want," Micah said, still icy. "Duke Louis came by the office today. You know why he was there."

"Yeah, I know," Sadie replied, just as cold.

The mood was totally killed, and the heat between them vanished.

Micah kept his frosty demeanor and got up to leave.

Sadie watched him walk away, thinking he seemed fine. She wondered, 'Am I just imagining things? No, something's definitely off.'

Micah was about to leave, his hand on the doorknob, when Sadie suddenly called out, "Micah!"

He paused, heart racing, thinking, 'Does she want me to stay the night?'

"Look down," Sadie pointed at his pants. "You planning to go out like that?"

Micah remembered he had spilled tea on his trousers earlier. No way he could go out like this, so he called Andrew to bring him some clothes.

"Go take a shower," Sadie said, handing him a bathrobe.

Micah took the bathrobe and headed to the bathroom.

Sadie kept an eye on him. It was weird; he seemed normal now, like nothing was wrong.

In the bathroom, Micah stared at his reflection in the mirror. His vision was getting blurry again, like his optic nerve was acting up. He couldn't read the kids' stories earlier and had to make stuff up. But after kissing Sadie, his vision cleared up. He still felt that kiss, but thinking about Joe soured his mood.

He wanted to leave earlier, but with his clothes wet, he had to stick around. He knew Sadie was onto something, trying to figure him out. She was way sharper than she was two years ago. Still, he didn't take her too seriously; her smarts were nothing compared to his.

After a hot shower, he wrapped himself in the bathrobe and came out. His vision blurred again, everything a foggy mess. "Done with your shower?" Sadie's voice came, and Micah turned toward it. He could see her shadow but not her face. She bent down to put something on the coffee table. "I had someone make some oatmeal. Try it."

Micah navigated the room from memory and sat on the sofa. He kept his head down, not wanting her to see his eyes and notice something was wrong. "Why the long face?" Sadie said, annoyed. "It's like I owe you something."

"You're not allowed to contact Joe anymore," Micah said firmly.

"I haven't been in touch with him," Sadie explained. "He came to me; I had no choice. Besides, you can't order me around like that." "Just stand firm, and I'll handle the rest," Micah blurted out. "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to mess up things for the kids."

"I get it, no misunderstanding," Sadie said coldly, handing him the oatmeal. "Eat."

"I'm not eating it," Micah said, unable to see her hand. "Who knows what you put in it."