Chapter 199: Sweet Plum Blossom, My Ass
After finishing the late lunch, Micah squirmed in his seat, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve as he avoided Clyde’s gaze. The plate in front of him was empty now, but Clyde had not moved. He shifted again, unsure what to say to the man sitting across from him.
He just wanted to bolt from Clyde’s place, toss out an awkward thank you at the man, and be done with it.
But he knew better. Clyde would never let him go without teasing him, poking at him first. It was always like this, Clyde getting under his skin.
"Can I go back to my dorm now?" Micah asked with a sharp edge in his voice, trying to look annoyed instead of awkward.
Clyde straightened up in his chair, raising a brow. "You say that as if I’ve gotten you tied up to a chair and taken you hostage."
"Isn’t it basically that?" Micah muttered, rolling his eyes.
Clyde gave a short laugh. "Of course not. The door will open with a passcode."
"Huh? How does it work? Even if I want to go out? Not just come in?"
"Yeah." Clyde leaned back, his tone casual. "It’s for trapping the burglars. I’ll give you the passcode. It works both ways. So next time you want to drop off, you don’t need to ring me."
"Who said I’m ever coming back?" Micah huffed and crossed his arms tightly, puffing his cheeks in irritation. He looked away, staring at the wall like it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room. Then he picked up the glass of water and took a sip.
Clyde tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. "Okay. The passcode is sweet plum blossom..."