Chapter 171: Cracks in the Glass
Darcy kept sneaking glances at Micah, who walked quietly beside him. Darcy shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, shoulders slightly hunched. He was unsure what to say next. He hadn’t really expected Micah to answer. Honestly, he thought Micah would ignore the call, or at the very least yell at him. But instead, Micah had picked up. Calmly. No sharp edge in his voice. No bitterness.
Darcy didn’t know if that made things better or worse.
What had happened in between? Should he be happy that Micah had forgiven him so quickly? Or was it just an act?
Micah looked the same as always. Relaxed expression, even pace, no hint of anger on his face. It was like their argument earlier hadn’t even happened. Like all the tension, the pain Darcy had seen in his eyes back then... had just been his imagination.
Still, the guilt in Darcy’s chest wouldn’t let go. He swallowed hard. "I’m sorry," he mumbled.
Micah turned his head toward him, brows raised. "Why are you repeating that like a broken record?"
Darcy blinked.
"I told you, it was not your fault," Micah continued, his voice even. "It was mine too. This thing between me and Leo Mckay...There’s something I can’t explain right now. But someday you’ll know. I promise."
Darcy opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but Micah lifted a hand and waved casually.
"I also overreacted. You know how I get. I am short-tempered. That’s on me."
Micah didn’t want to drag it out anymore. What was the point? Getting upset with someone who had no clue what was going on. It was a waste of time. He had just let himself expect too much. Like always. He needed to remember: that nobody in this world was obligated to understand him, let alone put up with him. He was, after all, the arrogant, spoiled, unreasonable young master. Even his family in the novel could not stand him after 21 years.