From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 159: Clyde’s Type? Meek and Obedient?

Chapter 159: Clyde’s Type? Meek and Obedient?

Dylon’s eyes narrowed as he studied the silver-haired boy sitting beside Clyde. Last night he had asked Georgina about him, and the answer he received made his brain short-circuit.

A fashion design major? From that famous Ramsy family?

It all felt like a setup rather than a genuine encounter between the Patriarch of the Du Pont Family and the heir of Ramsy’s high-tech empire.

After some probing, Lin Heye had let slip that Clyde would be here today. Before coming here, he had hoped that those two were exaggerating. But clearly, they weren’t...

Dylon’s jaw tightened.

Clyde had indeed shown up at the Royal Dragon Pavilion restaurant, but not alone. Not without this silver-haired boy.

The boy stood quietly behind Clyde, his head lowered like some kind of defenseless rabbit, seeking protection from him. He didn’t seem reliable. He looked too immature. Too meek. And too different from the rumours! Was he acting? Was this his honey trap method?!

He couldn’t believe it. Clyde, the always composed rational man, had fallen for this type of person. How could that be possible?!

Unlike Lin Heye who was thrilled about the whole thing, like Clyde falling in love was a miracle worth celebrating, Dylon was more worried about why this boy had appeared all of a sudden near Clyde.

He turned his gaze to Clyde, who seemed at ease, the tension around his shoulders a little loose. His always serious expression had subtly softened. Dylon’s concern rose.

Clyde’s past... it was too bloody and gruesome.

People didn’t forget. Not really. Not even after all these years. The things that happened back then had left scars, bloody, raw, and impossible to hide. And Clyde had changed after that. The trauma didn’t just live inside him. It followed him around, clinging to every breath he took. It lived in the eyes of those who looked at him with silent judgment, whispering behind his back.

Three suicides... The fall of Du Ponts. Clyde was at the centre of it all.

No matter what he did, that shadow never really disappeared.

Even if others tried to act normal, they could not hide the doubt in their eyes that there was something fishy there. And they labelled Clyde as a psychopath driving his family to madness, a jinx, or an emotionless robot.

He had watched Clyde bear it all in silence.

Dylon didn’t want to see that happen again to Clyde. This boy was too young, too immature, and apparently too much of a green tea bitch, to handle such a delicate situation the way a composed adult should.

Not to mention, the boy’s reputation as a haughty, selfish, insensitive scoundrel did not help the case.

He was vain. Dylon knew his type. All charm, no substance. Someone used to get whatever he wanted. Someone who had never been told ’no’.

He wasn’t the ideal type for Clyde at all.

Dylon decided to step in, to annoy this young master enough to show his true colours.

So he stared with hostility at him. But the boy shifted toward Clyde like a cat curling up next to a warm heater.

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and full of disdain.

Before he could speak, Lin Heye shoved a small rice cracker into his mouth, shutting him up. Then, he turned toward the boy.

"Micah, how was the acupuncture?"

"Really good," Micah replied with a bright smile. "I didn’t even feel the needles. Grandpa Lin is such an amazing expert."

"You should feel honoured. Uncle Lin has been retired a long time." Dylon said, coolly. "If it wasn’t because of..."

Lin Heye jabbed him in the ribs with a sharp elbow, cutting him off.

Micah scratched his cheek, glancing between the two. "Really? I didn’t know that..."

"He is talking nonsense." Lin Heye said quickly, waving a hand. "My Dad just doesn’t take regular patients anymore. He travels a lot."

Micah nodded. He felt he was sitting on pins and needles under Dylon’s scrutinizing gaze.

Out of instinct, he moved more toward Clyde and whispered. "Why is your friend hostile toward me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Clyde paused, enjoying the proximity. "He is always like this toward new people."

Dylon’s expression turned icy at the way the boy murmured to Clyde so intimately. And the way Clyde leaned in, no flinching, not pulling away. As if they were really a couple! It made his blood boil.

He slammed his cup onto the table with a loud clack. "Knock it off!" Dylon snapped. "Playing the meek, obedient boy! Who do you think you’re fooling? Aren’t you the Ramsy family’s young master? That arrogant little waste? Ha!"

Micah stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock. Meek? Who? Him?! What was this man saying? Acting as what? A meek obedient boy?!

He looked confused for a second. Then...

"Get out!" Clyde’s voice rang out, sharp and furious.

Everyone froze.

Clyde raised his voice. Clyde, of all people?

Dylon stood up slowly, hurt flickering across his face.

Lin Heye glanced between them, biting his lips, not knowing what to say.

Then Micah threw his head back and burst into laughter. Not a polite chuckle. A full, loud, belly laugh.

Lin Heye turned toward him, wide-eyed. Clyde looked startled. Even Dylon gawked at him, stunned.

Micah wiped the corner of his eye. "What the hell? This was so funny!" he gasped between the laughs. "I can’t wait to tell my Mum! Her expression is going be gold."

Dylon frowned. "What?"

"Ask your friend, Clyde," Micah said, grinning. "How many times have I dissed him? You think I act obedient toward him? Please! You should see our chats. I roast him every five messages."

He reached for his phone, but Clyde caught his wrist, gently but firmly.

"That won’t be necessary," Clyde said.

Micah paused. He stared at Clyde’s hand holding his, then pulled away slowly. His fingers trembled just a little like the warmth had shocked him.

He turned his head toward Dylon. "I’m always myself," he said plainly. "Today I had something on my mind. That’s all. But wow...I didn’t think one day being quiet would get me accused of acting!"

His tone shifted. Calm and controlled.

"Anyway. You shouldn’t focus on me right now. I heard you weren’t even in touch with Clyde for a long time. Is this how you treat him after all that time?"

Dylon clenched his jaw.

"You were rude," Micah continued. "You lacked the common sense. Can’t you say a simple normal greeting? And you have the nerve to insult me and say I am an arrogant waste? No wonder Clyde took my side. You are looking at Clyde like he betrayed you. But I think anyone could see who was wrong here."

Then Micah gave a short laugh again, almost snorting. "Meek... haha... Ahjussi, I think your eyesight is gone. You might want to get that checked."

Dylon’s temple pulsed in irritation. His face slowly turned red.

He glanced at Clyde, thinking: Good, Clyde had finally seen the young master’s true personality but what he saw made him freeze.

Clyde wasn’t angry. He wasn’t tense. He wasn’t confused.

He was staring at Micah with eyes deep and dark. Dylon had never seen such an expression on his face. Clyde was captivated. Not annoyed. Completely drawn in.

Was it really true? Clyde had fallen this deep for this silver-haired boy?!

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