Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1335 Extracting Information

"What's got you so busy?" Annika asked, clearly annoyed. "With the Clemens Group crushing it and no competition from the James Group, what could you possibly be up to?" "Yeah, the business world's pretty stable, but..." Andrew trailed off, catching on to Annika's probing.

"But what?" Annika pushed.

"I handle a lot of Mr. Clemens' personal stuff," Andrew said with a grin. "So, I'm always swamped. But I can always make time in the evenings."

"Oh, alright then." Annika, realizing her subtle prying had failed, switched gears. "Hey, you've got something in your hair."

"What?" Andrew asked, confused. Before he could react, Annika reached out, her fingers running through his hair. The casual intimacy made his heart race.

"It's a leaf!" Annika laughed, pulling a dried leaf from his hair. "Were you in the woods or something? How'd you get a leaf in your hair?"

"Oh, maybe I got it when I was under a tree earlier," Andrew stammered, his face turning red and his breathing quickening.

"By the way, did you skip dinner today?" Annika asked, pulling a small packet from her pocket and handing it to him. "I made this dessert myself. Try it."

"You made this?" Andrew unwrapped the packet, taking a small bite. The sweetness warmed him from within. "It's delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it. I'll bring you more tomorrow," Annika said cheerfully. "Noah, Nathan, Mia, and those three little girls love it too. Especially those three little girls, they bug me every day to make desserts with them." "Kids are really adorable," Andrew laughed.

"Right? Do you like them too?" Annika asked with a smile. "Ms. James was always worried that Mr. Clemens wouldn't like those three little girls. Now that she sees them getting along so well, she's relieved." "Of course, Mr. Clemens may seem cold on the outside, but he's actually very kind-hearted," Andrew said with some pride when talking about Micah. "The kids all love him."

"Yes, after Mr. Clemens left, I tucked the girls in, and they said they hope he'll come to tell them stories again tomorrow." Annika smiled, eyeing Andrew. "Will Mr. Clemens visit again tomorrow?" "Probably not," Andrew answered instinctively.

"Why not?" Annika finally got to the point. She asked tentatively, "When you guys left earlier, he seemed a bit off. Is he sick?"

"No, he's fine," Andrew explained calmly. "Maybe his leg went numb while telling stories to the kids, and he might have gotten burned by the tea while chatting with Ms. James in the room." "Is that all?" Annika looked puzzled. She pressed, "But I noticed his eyes seemed a bit uncomfortable."

"Maybe some sand got in his eyes when he was coming downstairs," Andrew made up an excuse.

"Alright then." Annika sighed, seeing she wouldn't get more information out of him.

"It's late. Let me take you home," Andrew said, sensing it was best to wrap things up.

"You're leaving?" Annika seemed a bit disappointed.

"Rylan went out on an errand. I can't leave the house unattended for too long," Andrew explained, thinking of Micah. "Everyone else is so careless. I need to go back and keep an eye on things." "Alright." Annika opened the car door and got out. "I can walk back myself. It's just a few steps. You should go back."

"I'll watch you until you get to the door," Andrew insisted, turning on the car lights to light up her path.

Annika felt warm inside, waved at him, and quickly walked away.