From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 84: From Couch Crusty to City Baddie

Chapter 84: From Couch Crusty to City Baddie

The next morning, Micah woke with a groan, his entire body aching as though he had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler truck. His neck was stiff, his back sore, and his limbs refused to move without protest. The blanket had slid halfway off the couch during the night and was now lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. His clothes had ridden up at the waist, exposing his back to the chilly air from the old AC unit, which was still wheezing in the corner. No wonder he felt like a piece of wood.

He dragged a hand over his face and slowly pushed himself upright, frowning.

He looked like a scarecrow, hair sticking up at odd angles, lips dry, eyes puffy with sleep.

When Darcy turned, this was what he saw.

"Oh, you’re up." Darcy’s voice echoed behind him.

Micah tilted his head stiffly, his eyes landed on Darcy, who was standing in the kitchen, dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and dark jeans, stirring something in a big pot.

"Morning," Micah mumbled, his voice hoarse.

Darcy put the lid on the pot. "I am going to the hospital. Are you coming with me?"

Micah froze. The question caught him off guard.

It was the perfect chance to see Flora, his biological mother. But then again, he feared how he might react. What if he couldn’t handle it? What if he saw her holding Darcy’s hand or fussing over him like a mother should? Would that make him feel jealous? Or worse, what if she treated Darcy coldly? Would he get angry?

What if she looked at him and... recognised him? Would she know? Would she feel something? And if she didn’t? Would he feel disappointed?

What if she were unwell and her children were worried? Should he step forward?

Micah thought of the donor situation. He had been planning to anonymously volunteer to help her, but the procedure sounded brutal in the book: pain, exhaustion, side effects.

He wasn’t ready to go AFK from the K.O. male leads game.

He couldn’t do this right now. Not before dealing with those psycho male leads.

Caught in thought, Micah didn’t respond.

Darcy glanced over his shoulder, frowning slightly as he noticed the young man sitting on the couch with a dazed expression. The puffy eyes, the dark circle beneath them, the way his fingers fidgeted slightly on his bandaged hand, he looked exhausted.

His expression softened. The spoiled young master had been under too much stress staying with him.

He shook his head and turned off the burner. "You don’t have to come. You look like you haven’t slept at all. Go home. Get some proper rest."

Micah jolted from his thoughts. He opened his mouth to say no, but he paused. Yeah, this was for the best.

He scratched his head and agreed. "Okay. But if you need anything, call me."

"There is no need. My Mum might be discharged today anyway."

"Oh...." Micah nodded.

Darcy poured soup into an insulated flask and said, "Go wash up. Let’s eat something before we head out."

Micah moved like a robot through the motions, washing his face, fixing his hair, eating breakfast, and, minutes later, found himself standing outside the old apartment.

Darcy locked the door behind them, balancing the flask carefully. "Take care of your hand," he said, nodding at the bandage. "I’ll see you on Monday... probably."

Micah watched Darcy go down the stairs, then waved at him and walked off down the street. He stood there for a few minutes before turning the opposite way and hailing a taxi.

Back in his hotel room, he threw himself onto the soft mattress with a satisfied sigh, then groaned and sat up again.

Something was bugging him. He couldn’t place it. It felt like a nagging itch at the back of his mind.

Had he forgotten something? No... Micah thought for a minute. Right! Darcy had behaved strangely toward him.

Like he was doting on a child... giving him more eggs, pouring milk into his glass, cutting the sausage for him... He was too attentive to him. Why was that?

Micah frowned and rubbed his face. Now wasn’t the time to overanalyse Darcy. He had to get ready, today he was meeting Big sister and then Leo.

Which meant...disguise time.

Micah dragged himself up and got to work, repeating the process of disguising himself as a girl. This time he wore something more practical. He wasn’t sure why big sister was so overly friendly toward him. Maybe she suspected something? And Leo’s side was also unknown. What if he needed to make a run for it?!

So he chose a pair of tailored skirt pants with a soft, tucked-in blouse. A thin choker necklace wrapped around his neck to help hide his Adam’s apple.

He pinned the wig on his head and, this time, tied up the silver hair in a high ponytail, showcasing his long neck. He adjusted the fringe to frame his face perfectly. Makeup smoothed over his freckles and softened the angle of his face.

He grabbed his phone and hung a small bag across his shoulder.

"Done!" he said after one hour of preparation.

Out on the street, he waved down a taxi.

The address Big sister had sent was located in the Central Business District. Micah raised an eyebrow. Why go there?

Once he arrived, he stepped out into the bustling street. Towering buildings loomed overhead, and the air buzzed with the sound of traffic and chatter.

Micah followed the address on foot, navigating his way through the crowded sidewalks.

"Hey, beautiful lady," a voice called.

Micah was looking around, not noticing that the voice was calling to him.

Micah had no idea just how eye-catching he looked. With his silver hair tied up in a sleek ponytail, his tall, lean frame, and the polished elegance of his high-end outfit, he might as well have stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.

The last time he had dressed up as a girl to attend the fan meeting, the hotel was located in a luxury suburb filled with well-dressed businesspeople, his look had only earned a few curious glances.

But here, in the heart of the bustling CBD, it was a different story. Heads turned as he passed. Girls slowed down mid-step. Some even pulled out their phones, pretending to check messages while slyly snapping photos of the striking "model" walking by like she owned the street.

A man suddenly stepped in front of him, grinning ear to ear.

Startled, Micah blinked. For a second, he opened his mouth to swear. But he caught himself just in time. He was a girl!

"Hi there, gorgeous, are you interested in becoming a model or an actor ..." The words died on his tongue as Micah pulled down his sunglasses and gave him a cold, level stare.

Those narrowing eyes warned him, he’d better back off or else.

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