From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 153: Don’t Tempt Me Like That!

Chapter 153: Don’t Tempt Me Like That!

Micah stood still for a moment in the middle of the parking lot. The cold breeze tugged lightly at the hem of his skirt, and he wrapped his arms around himself, unsure what had happened. His gaze trailed after the black car that had vanished minutes ago.

Clyde had left just like that.

Micha looked around and sighed. He walked toward the exit with a dazed face as he replayed everything in his head. He still could not understand what happened. Clyde was fine one second, then suddenly cold...

Micah puffed up his cheek in annoyance. The man was really hard to understand. When he finally reached the parking lot entrance, he looked left and right. Not seeing any sign of Alex Ford, he went to the main street and hailed a taxi.

Inside the apartment, he took off his girly clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

Steam began to fill the small space. He stepped under the shower, letting the warm water wash away the chill in his body though not the one in his chest. His mind kept going back to Clyde.

Was Clyde really from the Du Pont family?

Micah still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He shook his head and gave himself a light smack on the forehead.

"Idiot!"

If he was not stubborn and asked him the first time meeting Clyde, he would have known a long time ago that he was a Du Pont.

Now he had wasted so much time.

And worse, now that he knew, he could not bring up Clyde’s family without looking suspicious. If he said he had heard from Aria, he had to talk about her with Clyde. He wasn’t confident he could remember all of his lies! In the end, his cover would blow up.

Pretending to be Aria had been really a risky move.

His mind drifted to the look Clyde gave him before getting in the car.

Was Clyde angry? Why?

Micah pressed his forehead against the cold tiles and frowned. "Was it because I asked about Dean? Why? Is there a bad blood between them or something?"

He huffed and rinsed the soap from his hair.

He stepped out of the bathroom, naked. His hair was dripping, leaving little drops as he walked to the closet. He rummaged through his clothes.

"No towel? Huh..." his gaze landed on the wet towel, still lying on the ground from two hours ago.

In his hurry, after showering before the charity gala, he had tossed it aside carelessly. Now...

He clicked his tongue and threw on a loose t-shirt and cotton pants, not caring about his wet body.

Just as he was about to flop into his bed, his stomach growled loudly.

Micah froze.

"Shit."

He hadn’t eaten again. If another episode like last time happened he wouldn’t know if he could survive the turmoil and the chiding of Darcy and Clyde.

He glanced at the clock. His options were all limited. No frozen food, no noodles, no unhealthy takeout. His nose wrinkled.

He had barely bothered to look at the mirror before grabbing his car keys and heading out again in a rush.

Thankfully, the Royal Dragon Pavilion wasn’t far. Well, he had specially picked this apartment for that reason.

He drove with the windows half down, letting the night air dry him off. Within less than two minutes, he pulled up in front of the grand Chinese restaurant and stepped out.

Inside, the relaxing atmosphere wrapped around him like a blanket.

The receptionist at the front desk looked up and blinked. For a second her eyes widened slightly upon seeing him. Then she wore a polite smile.

"How can I help you, sir?"

Micah felt a bit confused by her reaction.

"Is Mr Lin Heye here today?" he asked.

He didn’t know where else to go, and honestly, he was too tired to think. He just wanted food that soothed his churning stomach.

The receptionist nodded. "May I have your name, sir?"

"Micah Ramsy."

The receptionist jolted and quickly pressed the button. She smiled again, this time with more energy.

Then she said. "Please follow me to the maple room."

Micah didn’t think much of it and followed. Inside the room was spacious and more luxurious than the two others he had been before.

He sat down awkwardly and reached for a small snack dish on the table. The preserved persimmons looked soft and sweet. He popped one into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Just then, the door slid open, and Lin Heye stepped in with a big grin. "Hello, little brother! What brings you here?" he stopped short.

Micah stood up halfway. "Hi, Mr Lin. Sorry for showing up like this. I haven’t eaten all day because of something... I didn’t know what else to do... so I came here." he said embarrassedly.

Lin Heye blinked, then quickly averted his eyes. "You did the right thing coming here," he said, already backing toward the door. "Wait here... I’ll get you something light to eat."

Before Micah could respond, the man was gone.

Micah tilted his head, confused. "Weird..."

He popped another persimmon into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, not noticing the small wet spots forming on his shirt from his damp hair and body.

Outside, Lin Heye was already calling someone on his phone, whispering frantically. "Hey! It’s an emergency! Come here quick! Your little lover’s here seducing the entire staff!"

On the other end of the call, Clyde stood outside the restaurant. He stared at the phone like it was speaking nonsense.

His mood had been sour since he left the hotel. He knew he had behaved ridiculously, getting angry at Micah for not focusing on him, instead on Dean, his nephew.

He needed some fresh air to cool down. Then he remembered Micah hadn’t looked good at the hotel, and there was that man Aidan Wilson chasing after him.

Even though he told himself to leave it alone, he hadn’t been able to help it. He had ordered to turn the car around, wanting to check on Micah. But instead, he saw Micah getting into a taxi. He instructed the driver to follow the taxi. When Micah entered the building, Clyde sat in the car in a bad mood.

Was this place Micah’s own? Or a friend?

The driver and bodyguard sat frozen in their seat, scared of the low pressure he emitted.

Then when Micah suddenly left again in a luxury car, Clyde followed him once again. All through the ride, his fists were clenched, fearing what reckless thing Micah would do next.

The driver and bodyguard exchanged looks. They had followed a girl first. Now a boy. What was the boss’s intention?!

And when he saw the restaurant, his expression turned icy. That boy once again had forgotten to eat.

Clyde had gotten out of the car, suppressing his irritation. Now Lin Heye spouted nonsense.

Clyde rubbed his forehead. "What are you talking about?"

"You have to see it for yourself. I barely stopped my staff from bursting into the room! Even I was affected!" Lin Heye exaggerated.

"Fine. I’ll stop by."

Clyde said and entered the restaurant.

Lin Heye nearly dropped his phone. "No way! You were outside the whole time? Are you stalking him?"

"Don’t talk nonsense. Where is he?" Clyde said.

"Maple room."

Clyde didn’t waste another word.

Inside the room, Micah was mid-bite into the soft preserved persimmon when the door creaked open. He looked up and froze. Clyde stood there. The persimmon slipped from Micah’s hand and bounced on the table.

"Why are you here?" he asked, startled.

Clyde’s eyes flicked over him, and then he stiffened.

Micah was wearing a soft oversized white shirt. The collar was open, loose, falling wide across his shoulders, revealing his alluring collarbone. His damp hair clung to his cheeks and neck. Droplets had soaked into the fabric, turning it partly see-through.

Clyde could easily see the small pink dot on Micah’s chest.

Clyde swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Then, his expression darkened. He strolled inside without saying anything. He took off his coat and wrapped it around Micah’s shoulders firmly.

"What was so important that you had to come out dressed like this?" his voice was low, almost scolding.

Micah stared blankly at Clyde. "I was hungry..." he mumbled, then glanced down, puzzled. "What’s the problem?"

Clyde’s eyebrow twitched. This clueless boy! He finally understood what Lin Heye meant. Seducing people without even realising it. It was a fatal move!

"Your shirt is soaked," Clyde said dryly.

"Ah...I was in a hurry. I thought everything might close soon...I didn’t want to worry you again by ending up in the hospital..." Micah whispered.

Clyde pinched the bridge of his nose, partly irritated, partly warmed by the fact that Micah cared about his words.

"Why didn’t you dry your hair? Are you trying to catch a cold?"

Micah touched the strands of his hair. "Ah... I couldn’t find the extra towels."

Then he looked down at the coat draped over his shoulders. The warmth and faint sandalwood scent wrapped around him. Micah shifted slightly in his seat.

Clyde sighed quietly. "Next time, just call me. I’ll send you the food like last time."

Micah pursed his lips. How could he order around a member of the Du Pont family?! Especially when he needed their help.