Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 793: An Ambiguous Night

"Apologize sincerely to Ella and inquire about her injury. This is basic courtesy," Grandpa Clemens asserted strongly.

"It's already late." Micah wanted to refuse, but seeing Grandpa Clemens' stern expression, he nodded. "OK."

Then, he walked back.

The medical staffs hurriedly left, leaving the room to Micah and Ella.

The door closed. The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous with the dim warm light, drifting white curtains, and the faint lavender fragrance.

Micah sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of wine, and started drinking by himself.

Ella leaned on the bed, quietly looking at him. Her eyes were filled with deep affection.

"I'll sit for a while before leaving, so that Grandpa Clemens won't blame me." Micah glanced at Ella. "Will it disturb your?"

"No. It's fine." Ella gestured gently. "You can stay as long as you want."

Micah looked up at her. Her face blushed and she explained in a flustered manner, "I mean, to reassure Grandpa Clemens, you can stay longer. No, I mean, you can stay as long as you want." The more she explained, the more confusing it got. She was flustered.

Micah said nothing, lowering his gaze and silently sipping his wine. There was no noise outside.

He glanced at the door, knowing someone was watching.

So, he put down the wine glass, got up and walked towards Ella.

Ella was very nervous, clutching the blanket tightly and lowering her eyes, afraid to look at him.

Micah approached her, leaned in, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

Micah reached behind her to turn off the main light in the room.

The room instantly darkened, leaving only the faint light of the aromatherapy lamp reflecting on the wall, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous. Ella trembled nervously, her breathing becoming erratic.

However, Micah didn't touch her. Instead, he stood up, returned to the sofa and continued drinking.

Ella slowly opened her eyes, staring at him blankly, feeling immensely upset.

She had thought...

But he had only turned off the light.

Perhaps he was too tired, or the wine was too strong. Micah fell asleep on the sofa.

The wine glass in his hand fell onto the carpet, staining it with wine.

Ella glanced outside, lifted the blanket and limped over. She covered Micah with a blanket, then sat on the sofa, quietly watching him.

In the dim light, his handsome and charming face looked somewhat tired. Even in his sleep, his brows were furrowed, as if there were unresolved worries. Ella couldn't hide her concern, cautiously reached out her hand, gently stroking his forehead.

Micah suddenly moved.

Ella quickly withdrew her hand, covering her chest, feeling nervous.

Micah didn't make any other movements for a long time.

Ella finally breathed in relief, mustering up the courage, gently caressed his handsome face.

Her hand, delicate and fair, moved gently as if a feather caressing his face, filled with sincere love.

The affection in her eyes gradually became intense and passionate, her fingers moved from his cheek to his lips, gently caressing, then leaned in as if to kiss him. Suddenly, the vibration of the phone interrupted Ella.

Ella was startled, quickly backing away.

Micah woke up, sat up suddenly, and seeing Ella sitting on the floor beside him, he bent down to help her up. "What's wrong?"

"I, I saw you asleep and wanted to cover you with a blanket." Ella gestured in a flustered manner.

"Thank you." Micah helped her lie down on the bed. "Get some rest, good night."

"Good night!" Ella responded with gestures.

Micah picked up phone, checking it as he walked out. It was a call from Sadie.