Chapter 92: Soft Around Him
Darcy had long noticed the black car parked just a short distance from where he stood. Its tinted windows didn’t do much to hide the faint outline of someone inside. The moment Silas turned away and walked off, Darcy let out a long breath and ran a hand through his hair. Then, with calm but unmistakable purpose, he turned and strode toward the parked car. He stood beside the back seat window and rapped on the half-opened glass with his knuckles, startling the boy inside.
"Hey," Darcy said, arching an eyebrow. "Have you listened enough?!"
Inside the car, Micah jumped as if he had been jabbed with a needle. "Ah, uh...I didn’t know if I should butt into your conversation or not," he stammered, scratching the back of his neck.
Darcy stared at him with a smile. "What now? Can I get in? Or do you plan to spy on me the entire day?"
"Of course, get in," Micah blurted, fumbling with the handle. He got off and grabbed Darcy’s suitcase before Driver Dan could even move.
"I’ve got it!" Micah said a little too loudly, opening the boot and tossing it in. He moved with a kind of clumsy eagerness, hoping to make up for the fact that he had been caught red-handed.
Driver Dan raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He had seen the young master act a million ways around different people, but this nervous series of motions was new.
By the time Micah slid back into the seat beside Darcy, his face was already flushed with embarrassment. The atmosphere in the back seat turned awkward fast.
He fumbled with the hem of his hoodie, not knowing what to say.
Darcy buckled his seatbelt calmly, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed Micah’s small nervous movements. His expression softened. "Let me see your hand."
"Huh?" Micah turned toward him, blinking.