Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1364 Her Warmth

Maybe she was too tired. Sadie fell asleep right next to Micah, clutching his hand and pressing his palm to her cheek.

She thought, 'This way, his hand won't get cold.'

It was late, the room was eerily quiet, and they just held hands, drifting off to sleep like they used to, replaceing comfort in each other.

That night, Micah had a dream. He was lost in a barren desert, with no clue which way to go. Everything around him was gray, and there was no light.

His whole body ached like it was about to fall apart, and his vision and hearing were shot. He wanted to get out of there, but his sight was blurry, and he couldn't hear a thing. He tried to move forward, but it felt like he was stepping into an abyss. Every direction he turned was a dead end.

He felt lost, frustrated, and helpless. Then, out of nowhere, a pair of hands reached out. At first, he was scared, thinking they might push him into the abyss.

But this time, they didn't. They gently held his hand and guided him in the right direction. His heart started to calm down, and as he followed those hands, he began to see the light.

Then, a gust of wind blew those hands away. He tried to grab them, but he couldn't.

Micah woke up from the nightmare, slowly opening his eyes to replace Sadie lying next to him, clutching his sleeve like she was afraid he'd disappear.

Micah's eyes softened. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, feeling the tear stains. She had cried. Was she sad for him?

As Micah pondered, a cold wind blew in from the window. He tried to cover her with a blanket, but his weak movements were slow.

At that moment, Sadie woke up. She shivered and called out his name in surprise, instinctively grabbing his hand. But she used too much force and hurt her injured hand.

She winced in pain, her face turning pale. When she looked up and saw Micah watching her, she suppressed her pain and softly asked, "You're awake? How do you feel?" Micah didn't speak, just looked at her with calm and gentle eyes.

"I'll call Dahlia over," Sadie said softly and got up to press the call button, but Micah suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. "Micah, what are you doing?" Sadie instinctively struggled, "Let go."

"If you want me to die right now, just keep moving," Micah's voice was low and hoarse.

Sadie froze, not daring to move anymore. She obediently lay on top of him, carefully propping herself up with her hands, afraid of hurting him.

"I haven't held you like this in a long time," Micah muttered, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair, feeling everything so familiar and dear.

"Stop it," Sadie said anxiously, "Let go of me, you're still injured."

"No," Micah said stubbornly like a child, "Not even if I die!"

"Micah..." Sadie wanted to scold him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice choked up. A wave of sadness surged from her heart, like waves crashing in her chest, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Why did you push me away?" Sadie asked, choking up, "Do you know you bled a lot? Your clothes were all stained red, and everyone was terrified."

"And you? Were you scared?" Micah murmured as he kissed her hair obsessively. He loved the feeling of holding her like this, loved it very much.