From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 74: The Way He Worried

Chapter 74: The Way He Worried

Micah didn’t know how he got into Darcy’s neighbourhood. Everything felt like a blur. In his panic, he kept urging the taxi driver to go faster, telling him to take every possible shortcut. When they finally arrived, Micah shoved a wad of cash into the driver’s hand, far more than the fare. He barely noticed the man’s startled thanks as he jumped out of the car.

Reaching the apartment complex, he pulled out his phone and hit call.

Darcy picked up on the second ring. "Micah?"

"I’m outside," Micah said shortly. "Which floor?"

"Third," Darcy replied.

Without another word, Micah slipped the phone into his pocket and headed in. His shoes clacked against the concrete steps as he climbed them two at a time. By the time he reached the third floor, sweat clung to his forehead, and his shirt stuck to his back.

The door was already ajar. Darcy stood in the doorway, arms loosely folded, a strange mix of guilt and something else flickering in his eyes. When he saw Micah, dishevelled, flushed, panting slightly, his breath caught.

He came. Without hesitation.

He knew the last time was not a fluke. Yeah...Micah deeply cared about him. A sense of warmth and satisfaction settled in his chest.

"What’s going on?!" Micah asked at once, his voice low but urgent, eyes darting past Darcy’s shoulder. "Is your Mum...?"

He stopped. Inside the apartment stood a woman, tall and elegant, dressed in designer clothes. Her brown hair was pinned back in a low bun, and her poise screamed classiness. She turned her head slightly, her brown eyes locked with Micah’s.

Micah stiffened. That wasn’t Flora. He recognised that glow, smooth skin, high-end makeup, and diamonds discreetly flashing on her wrist. She didn’t belong here. And she wasn’t here for anything good.

"She is Dr Silas Durant’s mother," Darcy whispered, noticing his gaze.

Micah’s demeanour changed in an instant to a hostile one.

His brows furrowed. He stepped inside.

"Well, what’s got you coming here, madam?" Micah said sarcastically. "Have you lost your way?!"

Luna Francis turned toward him fully. Her gaze, calm and assessing, scanned him from top to bottom. With just one glance, she knew who he was.

She had heard that the Ramsy family had intervened. But seeing up close, she was sure that their young master was indeed close to Darcy.

Her son’s chance of being with this young man seemed to shrink with every passing second.

At first, when the black-haired boy opened the door, Luna immediately understood why Silas had been so captivated. The boy was undeniably handsome, and bore a resemblance to that one before... but the moment he spoke, his cold guarded demeanour shattered any sense of familiarity. He was clearly nothing like the person she had remembered. Well, maybe it was because of what Silas had done.

After a brief exchange with Darcy, Luna realised the truth. Darcy would never accept her son. And, now, facing this snow-white-haired boy whose eyes burned with hostility toward her, Luna knew that even with all his manipulation, winning him over would be hard for her son.

"Hello, young master Ramsy," she said with a polished smile. "I am Luna Francis. I heard so much about you.."

"Cut the pleasantries." Micah’s voice cut through her words like a knife. He stepped closer, his presence sharp, purposeful, and dominating. "If you are here to do damage control for your son’s disgusting behaviour, I’d suggest, madam, you leave now."

Luna’s smile didn’t fade. "I only came to express our regrets..."

"Oh, spare me," Micah snapped. "You want to protect your son’s name, maybe hush things up, smooth over what he did with a bribe or a crocodile tear or two. I have seen far too many like your kind. Don’t insult me."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice until it had the intimacy of a threat. "And next time you think about showing up here uninvited, I’ll make sure the media gets the full version of your son’s ’fantastic works’. Every Last Detail." Micah said, staring at the woman meaningfully.

Luna froze. She wasn’t sure what this overbearing young man was hinting at exactly. Nonetheless, she couldn’t take the risk.

Darcy watched the scene in silence. The cold fire in Micah’s voice, the way he stood up to the woman even without him uttering a word...

His fingers curled into fists slightly.

After a tense pause, Luna spoke. "It was good to see you, young master Ramsy." she nodded to Micah and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she paused in front of Darcy and slipped a card into his hands. "If you ever face any troubles, give us a call."

With that, Luna Francis left the apartment.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Micah stomped his foot in frustration. "What a scheming woman!" Micah spat, then he mimicked her voice in a mocking tone, " If you ever face any troubles, give us a call."

"What is that supposed to mean? Was it a threat? A warning? Damn it!" Micah said while pacing around the room.

Darcy didn’t answer. He just stared at him, engraving in his mind every gesture, every twitch of Micah’s brow. The way his shoulder tensed, the lines of worry on his face.

That weird, deep feeling grew stronger and stronger. Something ancient and greedy awakened within him. Like tentacles, it grew everywhere, swinging, wanting to wrap around Micah, trap him just so he could see, hear, and taste this concerned version of Micah and keep him close.

Possessive. That was the word.

Darcy’s eyes darkened. He had never felt this strong desire to possess. Perhaps he never had one to care deeply for him who wasn’t family. Even his mother and sister never were like Micah. From the moment he remembered, they all looked at him with this kind of expectation, trust and reliability that he would and could solve any problem.

But the truth was he was only human. He also had feelings, had his moments when he wanted to rely on someone, to know someone had his back, cared, worried about him, and was ready to jog toward him without care for himself.

The young man who had been deeply concerned about his appearance, now stood in their worn-out apartment with a wrinkled t-shirt and baggy shorts. His hair tousled. His glasses skewed.

Darcy, for the first time, felt this urge to possess someone.

Even though it felt thrilling and frightening, he wanted more.

"Umm... I also think it was a warning..." Darcy said, even though he was sure that woman didn’t mean that way.

But if it made Micah stay, if it made him worry more, care more, then Darcy was willing to twist the words a little and let him think that way.

Micah paused in his pacing and looked over. "You think so too?"

Darcy nodded slowly, his eyes full of earnestness, hiding his true desire behind them.

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