Chapter 160: A Toast to the New Little Brother
The atmosphere in the room turned awkward.
Lin Heye looked at his friend, Dylon, who still hadn’t moved from the middle of the room. He stood stiff like a statue, his eyes darting between everyone, clearly unsure if he should storm out or sit down and pretend nothing happened.
Lin Heye let out a long, tired sigh. "Sit down already. I told you it’s not what you think. But you just had to be dramatic and behave like you are in some detective drama!"
Dylon scratched the back of his neck, clearly sheepish now. His eyes flickered toward Clyde, who was sitting quietly like always, without any sign of his earlier anger.
"Sit down. Food will be here in a second," Clyde said, sipping his tea. But there was a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips.
Micah turned his head toward Clyde, surprised that he had let it go so easily. But then he noticed the faint smile and the relaxed posture... and realisation slowly dawned on him. He had roasted Dylon, a man at least ten years older than himself, but Clyde didn’t even flinch...it appeared Clyde was enjoying his reaction more than being mad. And Micah could not lie to himself. The words he had thrown at Dylon earlier still echoed in his own ears, and somewhere deep down, he felt a little warm.
Did he actually scold Dylon, the famous composer, for Clyde’s sake? Was he that bold?
Micah’s face heated up. He focused on adjusting his sleeve and lowered his head.
Clyde, meanwhile, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Micah was sitting so close now, their knees nearly touched, and their distance was so small he could feel the heat radiating from him.
The earlier stiffness and hesitation that had been hanging around Micah after his session had melted away. And Clyde could still remember Micah’s voice, sharp and mocking, calling out Dylon for behaving rudely toward him.
Did that mean Micah... actually cared about him?