Chapter 129: What Do You Mean Don’t Come?!
Micah slid into the back seat of the car beside Darcy, shutting the door with a soft thud. He barely sat still before turning toward the driver. "Let’s go to Uncle Graham’s store," he said quickly.
Darcy gave him a curious glance.
"The jewellery store I told you about, duh!" Micah said, pouting. "And people tell me I don’t listen when they talk!" he grumbled.
Darcy scratched his nose. "Sorry..."
Micah stayed quiet and stared out the window. He recalled the look in Darcy’s eyes and pressed his lips together. But he couldn’t shake that image from his mind. He fidgeted throughout the drive. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, checking his phone, adjusting the sleeves of his hoodie like they were suddenly uncomfortable. When the car finally pulled up in front of the jewellery store, he shot out like a bullet.
Darcy followed him in, eyes drifting over the gleaming glass counters filled with glittering items. The store was quiet and clean. It screamed top luxury. He felt uncomfortable. Micah buying something from here for his family felt excessive. Before he could suggest they leave, a woman in a neat black suit stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She gave a polite smile when she saw Micah.
"Ah, young master, what brings you here today?"
Micah gave her a quick nod. "I’m here to pick something for a friend." He looked around. "Where is your VIP section for young girls?"
The woman’s smile grew curious. Had the arrogant young master finally found a lover? That would be juicy gossip. "If I may ask... is it for your girlfriend?"
Micah froze. His eyes snapped to her, and he gave her a sharp glare. "You talk too much," he said, voice flat. "I’ll find my uncle myself."
The woman stiffened, her smile vanishing in an instant. She realised she had overstepped her boundary. "I apologise, young master," she said quickly, bowing her head. "Boss is on the second floor."