Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 254 Unhappy Birthday

All secrets could be shared, except for the one about the keepshakes.

Micah's eyes dropped, and he silently slid the menu toward her with a gesture suggesting her to place an order.

"Surprise me." Sadie handed the menu back to the hovering restaurant manager, feigning nonchalance. "What's gotten into you today, inviting me out for dinner?" It seemed to be the first time he had taken her out as Micah.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly announced, "It's my birthday today!"

"What?" Sadie was taken aback. She had no idea it was his birthday and had nothing prepared.

"I also visited the cemetery," he said, his voice low as he swirled his wine glass with a deep gaze. "To see my mother."

The dim light cast on his face, revealing an inscrutable somberness.

"Oh..." Sadie replied cautiously, curious about where his mother rested but too apprehensive to probe further.

Something felt off about him today, and she feared that a misstep might provoke his ire.

"How's the new house? Are you settling in well?" Micah shifted the conversation, looking up at her.

"It's great." Sadie nodded with a smile. "Thank you!"

"Enjoy your weekend. See you Monday at the office," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Sure." Sadie raised her glass to him. "Happy Birth—"

"Don't say it." Micah cut her off abruptly, his brow furrowed, a chilling intensity in his eyes.

Sadie was stunned. 'What is wrong with him? Isn't it his birthday? What could be wrong with wishing him well?' Sensing the tension, Micah clinked his glass against hers as a peace offering and drained his wine in one go.

Sadie also finished her drink, exhaled deeply, and remarked, "That's some strong liquor."

"You can drink a little more tonight." Micah chuckled, liking how the wine brought a charming flush to her cheeks and a lively sparkle to her eyes that seemed to dance like ripples on a pond.

"I really shouldn't." Sadie touched her warm face. "I'm a lightweight and not exactly the best drunk. A few drinks and I start rambling..."

"Yeah, I've noticed." Micah recalled her last inebriated incident, passionate and forward like a wild flame that he found irresistible.

A subtle yearning flickered in his throat as his eyes darkened with a rising desire.

Sadie felt uneasy. "What are you staring at..."

Just then, the manager served a lavish French dinner.

"Did you prepare a cake by any chance?" she inquired.

"No, but I'll take care of it right away," the manager replied promptly.

"No need." Micah waved a hand dismissively. "Everyone can clear out."

"As you wish." The manager hustled away.

The vast dining room quieted down, leaving just the two of them to dine in peace.

Soft, romantic piano melodies wafted through the air, blending with the aroma of red wine and fine cuisine, adorning the amorous night. "Why didn't you want the cake? It feels like something's missing," Sadie murmured gently.

"There's no need for it." Micah poured himself half a glass of wine.

Sadie was worried. "But I didn't even get you a birthday present."

"You are the best present."

Micah's gaze held a suggestive warmth as he filled her glass halfway.

"I really shouldn't drink any more..." Sadie's cheeks were already a bit flushed.

"It's okay to get drunk. I've got you."

Micah returned to his drink, his meal untouched.

"What's going on with you today?" Sadie noticed something was off. "Are you not in the mood?"

Micah downed his wine in one go and then spoke slowly. "Today... marks the anniversary of my mother's passing, too."

Sadie was taken aback. 'That explains it...'

She began to understand the reason he didn't want to hear "Happy Birthday", the absence of a cake, the visit to the gravesite, and the somber mood. "That's why I never celebrate my birthday." Micah continued to pour himself more wine.

"I'm sorry..."

At that moment, Sadie realized Micah had his own burdens. He wasn't capricious or temperamental-he simply hid pains she knew nothing about. Unsure how to comfort him and wary of saying the wrong thing out of ignorance, she hesitated to speak.

"You seem to be scared of me?" Micah looked her straight in the eye. "You weren't like this before."

"You weren't so intimidating back then..." Sadie couldn't help but sigh. "Ah, if only life were as it is at first sight... I still prefer how you were as a male escort."

She remembered how arrogant she had been when she first mistook him for a male escort. She had berated and shouted at him, forced him to sign a debt repayment agreement, coerced him to entertain three wealthy women who together weighed over 700 pounds...

At the thought, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Those three ladies canceled their check the next day. There went my $100,000."

"Serves you right!" Micah glared at her, still irritated by the memory. "To think you'd sell me out over $100,000, your conscience must've been eaten by a dog!"

"It was you who ate it!"

The words slipped from Sadie before she could stop them, and she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, anxiously looking at him.

"Got some nerve, huh?" Micah raised an eyebrow, staring back at her.

"Sorry, I was just joking..." Sadie apologized in a hushed tone.

"Hitting up the club tonight?" Micah blurted out.

"Huh?" Sadie blinked, her excitement bubbling over. "You thinking of playing gigolo for the night?"

"Pay up," Micah said, extending his hand. "All night, $10,000."