From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 124: He Hissed at Me!!! We’re Bonding

Chapter 124: He Hissed at Me!!! We’re Bonding

Clyde sat quietly, his gaze settling on the boy’s back. Micah had turned his back and curled up on the bed, like a child sulking after being told off. His messy silver hair spilled across the pillow. From behind, he looked small.

Clyde’s eyes softened just a little.

"Won’t you call your family?" he asked, voice low.

"Nah, they are busy," Micah mumbled. "And I’ll be discharged soon."

Clyde frowned. He misunderstood the meaning behind Micah’s answer. It sounded cold, detached, dismissive. As if he expected no one to care. The Ramsy family... weren’t they supposed to be powerful and close-knit? But this boy spoke like he was used to being on his own. Last time also Emile said Micah did not call his family.

Maybe they didn’t care about him at all.

"What about friends?" Clyde asked, probing a little more.

Like someone had stepped on his tail, Micah sat up abruptly. He turned and shot a glare over his shoulder. "What’s with you?" he snapped. "If you want to go, just go already! Are you pitying me or something?!"

Clyde’s eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t respond right away. The reaction reminded him of a stray cat he used to see every morning behind his old school. He always liked furry small animals. But his family situation made it impossible for him to have a pet. So he had to settle for that cat.

It would hiss and bare its teeth no matter how gently he offered food. No matter how slowly he moved, it never trusted him.

Micah huffed, digging into his backpack and yanking out his phone. He had left it on silent mode from the class.

He turned on the screen.

Dozens of messages flooded in. Mostly from Russell. Then Nick, Eddie, and even Emile. All asking where he was. If he was okay if he was coming back to class.

Micah quickly scanned the names. His eyes stopped at one. Darcy hadn’t messaged. Good. That meant he hadn’t realised his absence.

His fingers hovered over Emile’s contact. He considered texting him, asking to come. But he changed his mind.

Emile would make a fuss. And everyone knew it.

He sighed and tossed the phone aside.

Clyde watched all of Micah’s movements and expressions in silence.

"I can send you to uni later. My company is nearby." Clyde spoke after believing Micah did not have anyone to call.

Micah rolled his eyes inwardly. What was this man’s deal? He didn’t look like the type to play babysitter. Or be a busybody person. He was too stiff. Too cold. And way too serious looking. He had the face of a guy who wouldn’t waste a second on anyone who didn’t matter.

"Fine," Micah said with a fake smile. He sat up straighter, chin tilted with a touch of arrogance.

He didn’t forget the man’s jab earlier and how he had smirked when the doctor scolded him.

What a jerk. But hey... if he could use him for a free ride, why not?

Hmph. Might as well get something out of this jerk.

Clyde’s fingers itched slightly, tempted to reach out and pat that unruly hair. But he stopped himself.

A strange image popped into his head. Asena, flushed red, wearing that she-wolf cosplay outfit last year. That awkward, frustrated expression when a hardcore fan had tried to give her a necklace, enthusiastically with words full of love.

At that time, Clyde had found it amusing. Now that he knew Asena was Micah, it made a little more sense.

Would he make that face again if some clueless guy hit on him, thinking he was a girl?

Hmm... probably. Clyde almost smirked at the thought.

But then, Clyde fell into thought.

Micah’s family fallout may have had something to do with that side of him. The way he dressed up. Pretend to be someone else. With how Albert Ramsy was strict and headstrong like a bull, it wasn’t impossible to imagine that kind of tension.

No wonder the boy seemed unstable.

Micah had no idea Clyde was busy writing a whole soap opera in his mind. Dark family secrets, pressure, and identity struggles. Thinking Micah’s life was tragic in the Ramsy family.

Micah quickly grabbed his phone again. He tapped into the Heroes of 306 group chat and typed quickly.

RogueOverlord: Something came up. I’m out for the day. Don’t say anything to Darcy.

He also sent one to Russell just in case. Then he silenced his phone again and set it aside.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

Micah could sense Clyde’s gaze on him. He tried to ignore it but eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Can I be discharged? My pain’s gone," he said.

Clyde stood and walked out of the room. "I’ll check."

As soon as the door closed, Micah slumped on the bed, relaxing his tense muscles. That man was seriously getting under his skin. He hadn’t brought up the studio incident yet, but Micah couldn’t relax. His disguise wasn’t that perfect.

Still, the man hadn’t said anything. Maybe he hadn’t noticed? What if he did?

The possibility was low, but the man was not ordinary.

Micah rubbed his face with both hands. What a pain. Of all the people, why did it have to be this man he ran into at university?

He had tried everything to get rid of the man. But he was sticking to him like a glue.

Anyway, he could tolerate the man a bit more until he returned to university.

When Clyde came back, he had some forms in his hands. "Here," he said simply. "Fill these, and you will be out."

"Thanks," Micah muttered, snatching the papers. He filled them out quickly and signed them.

The nurse came in and unhooked the IV. Micah hopped off the bed, ready to go.

Leaving the room, Micah asked. "How much was the administration fee?"

"What? You remember it now?" Clyde raised an eyebrow.

Micah’s face flushed. It wasn’t his fault that he had never paid for himself in the hospital before. "So what? I can transfer it to you right now!"

"That’s okay. I’ll consider it charity."

Micah’s temper flared. "You!"

"No reason to get upset," Clyde said, holding back a smile. "I don’t want you throwing up blood because of me. You can pay me in another way."

Micah was dumbfounded. Did the man not recognise his family name? Or he didn’t connect it? Did he look poor in the man’s eyes?!

"What other way?" he asked with suspicion.

"I’ll tell you another time."

"What do you mean, another time? We’re not seeing each other again!" Micah said.

"We’ll see," Clyde said smoothly, opening the door and gesturing to Micah to get in the car.

Micah rubbed his forehead in irritation. He couldn’t win with this guy.

During the journey, no one talked. Micah sat stiffly in the back seat, arms crossed, refusing to look Clyde’s way.

When the car neared the campus, Micah said. "I’ll get off here. Thanks."

Clyde nodded at the driver, and the car rolled to a stop.

Micah opened the door and practically leapt out like the devil was chasing him. He slammed the door hard and strode away without a second look at Clyde.

Inside the car, Clyde watched him through the window. His lips stretched a little in amusement.