Chapter 152: I’ll be Your Girlfriend, I Guess?!
Clyde stood quietly beside Micah, his eyes fixed on him with a sharp, focused gaze. He hardly blinked, never once looking away. He was watching every twitch, every blink, every small change in Micah’s face. Like he was studying him under a microscope. The name Clyde Du Pont wasn’t just a name. It carried weight. Power, rumours and a reputation that reached far. People reacted to it in all kinds of ways. Clyde had seen them all.
Some would flinch the moment they heard it. Their eyes would widen, and they stepped back like they were standing too close to a monster. Scared. Nervous.
Some would just stare at him like they were trying to match the rumours with the real person. Wanting to see if he really looked as cold or dangerous as the stories said. Some of them would smile too much. Talk too sweet. Try to flatter him, like they had hit the jackpot and wanted to get in his good books. Those types usually had an angle, hoping to get close to the Du Pont fortune or connections.
Then there were people who did not react at all on the outside. Their faces would stay calm, and polite. But later, they would stop answering his calls. Stop replying to messages. Quietly cutting him off without a word. And of course, a few didn’t bother hiding anything. Their faces would twist with disgust or anger. Some would scoff. Some would straight up insult him and storm off like they couldn’t stand to breathe the same air.
Clyde had gotten used to it. Over the years, he had seen enough of these reactions to know not to expect anything better or worse. He was numb to it. Whatever expression Micah made, Clyde was ready. Or at least, he thought he was.
That was why he had told Micah his name in that calm, direct way. No buildup. No warnings. Just dropped it there like a pebble in a still lake. He wanted to see what Micah would do. How he would respond. Then based on that, Clyde would decide how to treat him from now on.
This disguise had become a safety net between them. Micah would not openly bring up he knew Clyde’s contact with his sister, Aria. Because that would create more problems for Micah. How could he present a sister who looked exactly like him?
Clyde knew what Aria looked like. She looked nothing like Micah.
Micah was clever enough to know that if Clyde ever asked to meet them both together, the entire lie would fall apart. So Micah would keep quiet. Playing along.
But as Clyde watched Micah now, there was a small part of him that was caught off guard.
Micah’s reaction...wasn’t like the other. There was no fear, no fake charm or sudden retreat. He didn’t look angry or scared. He didn’t even look uncomfortable.