From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 75: How Accidentally Move In With the Real Young Master

Chapter 75: How Accidentally Move In With the Real Young Master

Inside Edwood’s old apartment, after Silas’s mother’s unexpected visit, Micah looked at Darcy for a second and blurted out, "Let’s get you moved out of here!"

Darcy’s eyes widened, caught off guard.

Noticing the surprise in Darcy’s eyes, Micah tried to soften the urgency in his tone and make it sound more reasonable, less like an impulsive decision. "I’m just worried they’ll come back," he said, running a hand through his sweat-dampened silver hair. "Or worse, do something shady. What if you are not home and they harass your mother and Nora? What then?"

Darcy’s expression faltered. He looked away, his lips pressed into a thin line. His long eyelashes fluttered, blinking rapidly.

Micah saw the hesitation and jumped in before the silence stretched. "Is it because of the money? I can lend you some. Don’t worry about it. You can write me an IOU if it makes you feel better." He added in a rush.

"Please? I just can not be at ease like this. We are going to move to the university’s dorm anyway, right? There are many empty apartments under my family’s name. We could choose one near uni, and you can pay rent if you want to..." Micah paused, scratching his nose, "Anyway it’s my fault. I was the one who filed the complaint. If I hadn’t, maybe they wouldn’t have come here and bothered you...."

Darcy raised a hand gently, signalling him to stop. But he didn’t speak immediately. After a few seconds, he sighed quietly and shook his head.

"It’s not just the money," he finally said. "Though... yeah, I won’t lie. It’s tight. Especially after the hospital transfer...right now, we are already in debt. Adding rent for a new place... we can’t afford it. But that’s not all of it."

Micah frowned, watching him carefully.

"In this neighbourhood," Darcy continued, "everyone knows each other. They look out for us. My Mum and Nora will be safer here than they would be in some random apartment where no one gives a damn."

Micah bit his lips and did not insist anymore. He understood Darcy’s reasoning, but that didn’t make him feel any better. He wanted to bring up what happened last time in the alley, to say that Aidan had kidnapped Darcy’s sister right here in this neighbourhood in the novel...However, one was fictional, and the other felt too much like bragging about his heroic cool stunt...

He hated how tongue-tied he felt before the truth about the baby swap was revealed. If Darcy knew they were Micah’s biological mother and sister, worrying about them was just a son’s job, maybe he would have accepted his offer to move.

He hated knowing there was danger surrounding this small home, from Silas to Aidan, and all he could do was watch from the sidelines.

But he also knew Darcy from the novel, he was the protagonist who never chose the easy way out. He was resilient, brave to a fault, and caring. Otherwise, how could he run away aboard and not be broken after all those kidnappings and mental and physical torture?

Micah nodded slowly, helplessly. "Okay. But at least...Give my number to your mother. If anything happens and you are not around, tell her to call me. Anytime. I meant it."

Darcy’s expression softened and he smiled. "Sure, I’ll tell her."

Knowing he could not help Darcy any more than that, Micah took a deep breath and turned toward the door. "I should get going..."

He hadn’t taken two steps when Darcy’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I thought you might stay... my mum and Nora will be in hospital tonight too...so... I’ll be alone..." Darcy’s voice trailed off, and he dropped his head.

Micah paused mid-step. Turning around, he spoke. "Okay."

Darcy’s head snapped up. Surprise flickered in his eyes, quickly followed by something softer, something warmer, almost greedy. He wasn’t sure why he said those words, what he had expected, but Micah said "yes" so easily. That was dangerous. Addictive. And yet he couldn’t resist it. Just for tonight, he told himself. Just this once, he would let himself be selfish.

But his rational mind told him it would not work in the long run.

"Ah," Micah suddenly slapped his forehead. "I forgot my laptop! I was going to make you help me get better at gaming!"

Darcy’s lips twitched. Looking at those wide, clueless hazel eyes, Darcy suspected Micah’s quick agreement to stay had more to do with gaming than anything else.

"There is an internet cafe down the street. We can go there."

Micah wiped the back of his neck with a grimace. "Great, Um...Can I have something to drink? I’m dying of thirst."

"Want something cold? I’ve got icy water."

"God, yes. Please."

Darcy walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Meanwhile, Micah stood in the centre of the living room, his eyes wandering now that the immediate rush of adrenaline had faded.

The apartment was small and old. The wallpaper peeled slightly in the corners, and the furniture was worn out. But the feeling of a cozy home was still there.

Darcy returned moments later with a tall glass of ice water. "Here."

"Thanks." Micah took it and gulped it down in one go. When he finished, he exhaled sharply, finally feeling like his frenzied mind had calmed down.

He thought in dismay that he had broken his promise to stay away from Darcy.

Ah... the jar was already broken... no use crying over it now. Micah shrugged his shoulder. It would be better to use this chance to learn one or two things from Darcy. He had not made any progress in attracting that Esport Captain to his SugerPlumFairy account. He needed to move fast before Archie won the tournament.

Micah set the glass down. "Let’s go."

Darcy hesitated.

"What?" Micah arched an eyebrow.

"Your shirt is soaked," Darcy said. "The Internet cafe always has the AC blasting. You’ll catch a cold if you go like that."

Micah blinked, then looked down at his sweat-drenched T-shirt. He grimaced.

"I’ll get you a clean one," Darcy offered and disappeared into the back room without waiting for a reply.

Micah stood awkwardly, tugging at the hem of his damp shirt. Borrowing clothes from Darcy...It fell backward. He pursed his lips. He was supposed to be the one helping. Instead, he had ended up looking like the one in need.

Darcy returned with a neatly folded shirt, clean and slightly too large for Micah’s lean frame.

Micah took the shirt with a sheepish look. "Thanks...Where is the bathroom? I should wash my face too."

Pointing toward a narrow door near the back, Darcy watched Micah walk away.