From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 125: Wrong Place, Right Time

Chapter 125: Wrong Place, Right Time

Micah walked quickly across campus toward the dorm building, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The sun was starting to set. Most classes had ended, and students were everywhere. The dormitory buzzed with voices, doors slamming open and shut, footsteps on the stairwell, and low hum of chatter filled the halls.

When Micah reached his floor, he opened the door. His eyes landed on Emile who was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing some kind of moisturizer onto his face with gentle taps. The smell of something floral filled the room.

"Hey," Micah said as he stepped in, kicking off his shoes. "Where are the others?"

Emile didn’t glance away from the mirror. "Eddie went to take a shower, Nick is still not back."

Micah nodded and walked to his bed. He dropped his bag down.

"Where were you?" Emile asked, turning slightly, one eyebrow raised as he capped his bottle of lotion.

Micah didn’t look up. "Just remembered something I had to do. No one asked about me?"

"If you mean your black-haired friend, then no." Emile’s tone was casual, but his eyes flicked over, curious.

Micah’s fingers curled tighter around the edge of his bag as he spotted the thin stack of birthday invitations still tucked inside. He stared at them for a moment, then shoved them deeper, like they might vanish if he couldn’t see them.

He didn’t want to deal with his birthday party. Not this year, or the year after...

He had even thought of bailing right after the speech and spending the day with Darcy instead. It wasn’t just his birthday. And that party wasn’t for him, the fake young master.

He didn’t want to bring Darcy to Ramsy’s estate. It felt like a magical spell would be undone if Darcy passed through that door. Like he would lose his place in Ramsy’s family. Like something would be lost... something Micah might never get back.

Elina hadn’t recognised Darcy. That had been a relief, but what about others? What about the rest of the family? Could he risk it? With how Ramsy’s family went to the brink of bankruptcy in the novel after the truth was revealed. Micah was not sure the same thing would not happen if he did not deal completely with those male leads.

Micah sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. His stomach twisted again, not from hunger, but from stress. It had been doing that more often lately. The pressure of pretending was eating away at him bit by bit.

He indeed was at the end of his rope. His body was showing it too . Maybe it was safer to stay away from his family for now.

Micah felt it triggered him. The fear of losing them. The fear of them turning their backs if they ever knew the truth. The thought alone was almost too much to bear.

The door flew open with a bang. Nick rushed in. "When are we going? I am starving!"

Emile clapped his hands together like he had just remembered something. "Right! I totally forgot. My cousin booked us a place! Fancy too. They are joining, hope that’s okay?"

"You mean free food?!" Nick exclaimed. "Hell yeah!"

Emile glanced at Micah. "You are good with it?"

Micah hesitated. His stomach rolled at the thought of greasy food and alcoholic beverages. After the hospital visit, he preferred not to eat outside. He shook his head. "You guys go ahead. I’ve got other plans."

Nick turned to him. "Hey! Don’t be a party pooper!"

"I am not. I really can’t go." Micah offered a tired smile. "Next time is on me. Promise."

Emile glanced at him and did not insist. "Alright."

Eddie showed up a minute later, hair still damp from his shower. The three of them left together.

Micah watched the door click shut behind them and lay down on the bed. His mind filled with thoughts he didn’t want to think about.

Then his phone rang. An unknown number.

Micah narrowed his eyes at the screen. He did not answer it.

Then a message appeared.

Unknown number: pick up, it’s me, Clyde.

Micah’s lips twitched. He was more tempted not to pick it up.

But then again, the man had helped him, even if he was a smug jerk while doing it.

Micah sighed and picked up when it rang again.

"Hello?"

"Come down to the gate," Clyde said. "I forgot to give you your medicine."

"What medicine?" Micah sat up.

"The doctor also prescribed you traditional medicine. You left so fast before I could give it to you."

Micah sighed. "Fine, I am coming."

He hung up the phone and walked to the gate again.

Clyde was waiting in his sleek black car, parked just outside. He glanced at the new phone in his hand. He didn’t know what had come over him, buying a new SIM card and phone just to contact the boy.

His private number? Well, the boy still thought he was Aidan Wilson, and Clyde didn’t feel like correcting him.

And his work phone? Most influential people had that number. It would have revealed his identity in an instant.

For Micah, he had already broken more rules than he cared to count. Done things he normally wouldn’t even consider. He knew he was not acting like himself. If anyone he knew saw him now, they would be so shocked.

But for once, he didn’t want to follow those rules.

After Micah left, Clyde had remembered that Emile was going out with his friends at night. Meeting Jacklin now wouldn’t be good for Micah. Pilling on more stress didn’t sit right with him.

At first, he had thought about cancelling it altogether. But then he figured Micah would probably end up going out anyway, eating unhealthy junk food and getting himself in more trouble. So instead, he had his assistant order a special nutritious meal from a well-known Chinese restaurant. Along with the traditional medicine, he hoped it would be enough to keep the boy in the dorm tonight.

Sometime later, Micah arrived and easily spotted the black car. He opened the door and leaned in. "Hey."

Clyde held out two bags, one with a plastic container and another with a neatly packed meal box.

"Here, this is your traditional medicine. And this one is your dinner."

Micah’s expression froze for a second. His fingers closed around the bags slowly. "I’ll transfer the money to you. Thank you. You don’t need to do this anymore."

Micah felt uncomfortable being at the receiving end of kindness from this man.

But he couldn’t just grab the medicine and dismiss the food.

Clyde nodded like he didn’t care. "Sure."

Micah straightened and gave a short wave at the man. He turned and walked off.

Inside the car, Clyde watched him a little more and then gestured to the driver to go.

A few metres away, hidden in the shadows near a path, Darcy stood frozen in place. His eyes hadn’t left Micah once.

What made him pause was the expression on Micah’s face and the man’s.

Something about it unsettled him.

He began to walk toward the dorm. Micah had texted him telling him he wouldn’t go to the dinner. He had come back, hoping maybe they could eat together. But now, seeing the container in Micah’s hand, that hope faded.

Darcy frowned. He glanced back at the street, where the car once was parked.

"Who was he? A relative?"

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