Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 807 Purple Aromatherapy

Joe took off his coat and draped it over Sadie, then casually put his arm around her shoulder.

Sadie didn't refuse, but as she turned to the side, she glanced over somewhat casually.

Just in time to meet Micah's gaze.

Micah's expression was complex, while Sadie appeared cold and disdainful, quickly averting her eyes and continuing to chat with Joe. Micah got into the car, his brow furrowed, remaining silent.

"What if we contact Ms. James using a different identity?" Andrew cautiously suggested.

"If she really wants to be with Joe, I can't stop her." Micah's voice was calm, but his lowered gaze revealed his inner unease.

Andrew dared not speak further and quietly accompanied him.

Soon, they returned to the hot spring hotel.

Micah intended to return to his room to rest but encountered Ella in the lobby on the first floor.

She sat on the sofa, clutching a cushion, looking nervous as she waited for him.

Seeing him come in, she quickly got up to greet him, gesturing. "Micah, I want to talk to you." Micah paused, frowning at her.

"I know I must have caused you trouble today, but it wasn't intentional."

Tears shimmered in Ella's eyes as she explained in a guilty and flustered manner.

"I stayed in the room all day, feeling a bit suffocated. In the evening, I wanted to go out for a walk. When I saw the bodyguard taking your clothes out to the banquet hall, I thought I'd deliver them to you. I really didn't mean anything else." "I understand," Micah responded lightly, "Get some rest early. Good night."

Then, he went straight upstairs.

Ella watched his retreating figure, her expression turning melancholy. She lowered her head as tears fell.

"Ms. Lingston, don't be upset. Mr. Clemens believes in you," the nurse whispered, trying to comfort her. "Rest well, and don't overthink that."

Micah returned to his room, casually took off his coat, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He then poured himself a glass of iced wine and sat on the sofa to drink.

At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Grandpa Clemens.

Feeling somewhat annoyed, Micah silenced his phone without answering.

Thinking about Sadie trying to get along with Joe, he wondered if there was still a possibility of further development. His mind was filled with complex and indescribable emotions. He drank one glass after another.

In the dim light, the purple smoke from the aromatherapy lamp lingered, carrying a seductive effect that made him feel increasingly restless.

The purple smoke from the scented lamp lingered in the dim light, creating a titillating effect that made him feel hot.

He unbuttoned his shirt, drinking freely, and as he did so, there came a knock on the door.

"What is it!" Micah grumbled irritably.

No one responded, and the door was pushed open. Ella, dragging her injured foot, slowly walked in, holding a tray with a glass of milk.

Ella closed the door, approached Micah, squatted in front of him, placed the milk on the coffee table, and tugged at his sleeve, gesturing. "You've had too much drink. It's not good for your health. I brought you a glass of milk. Drink some milk."

Micah frowned, gave her a cold look, and said, "Thanks. You can go now."

Ella picked up his blazer from the floor, hung it on the hanger, and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, she found that she couldn't open the door. She tried to turn the doorknob forcefully, but it didn't respond.

She hurried to the sofa and gestured to Micah. "Micah, the door is locked from the outside!"

Micah, feeling dizzy, got up unsteadily to open the door but suddenly felt lightheaded and weak, eventually collapsing.

Ella hurriedly tried to support him, but due to her lack of strength, they both fell onto the bed together.

Micah ended up on top of Ella. In his blurred vision, the delicate woman beneath him seemed to be Sadie. He stroked her hair, murmuring affectionately, "Sadie."