Chapter 233: Micah, Micah, Where is Your Lover?
Micah tugged the last button into place and stepped to the side. A smile spread across his face, smug and almost glowing with satisfaction. "Done," he said softly, turning Darcy gently toward the full-length wall mirror.
Darcy moved stiffly. As soon as his eyes landed on his reflection, he froze.
The young man staring back at him wasn’t the shabby university student with worn sneakers and a hoodie pulled up to block out the world. No, this man looked... impressive. Handsome. Grown. His usually messy dark hair was carefully swept back, the soft strands brushed up and away from his forehead to reveal the smooth line of his brow. His jaw appeared more refined like this, clean and sharp. He looked more like someone from a magazine spread than a campus boy who was scraping money for cafeteria food.
The three-piece suit he wore was a stormy grey, tailored to his body. It followed the line of his shoulders and tapered at his waist, highlighting the natural slope of his body. The fabric looked soft to the touch but strong. Expensive. Something you wouldn’t find even in a high-end store.
Beneath the jacket, a jet black silk shirt added contrast, the top two buttons left undone in a careless way that looked intentional. It gave him an edge, like someone formal but not uptight, elegant with a hint of danger. The handkerchief folded in his breast pocket was sleek black, crossed with diagonal lines of white thread, and looked embroidered.
And on his wrist, Micah had slipped on a watch, simple but bold, the kind that screamed one of a kind.
Darcy stared at himself, dazed. His fingers twitched at his sides.
"What do you think?" Micah asked, stepping up beside him, voice light but eyes gleaming with pride. He tilted his head slightly, clearly admiring his own handiwork and Darcy’s stunned reaction.
Darcy swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. His eyes flickered to Micah’s expression, bright, pleased, utterly delighted. That damn smug face was so punchable.
He wanted to pinch his cheek, teasing him, but stopped himself just in time. Darcy looked away. If he left a red patch on Micah’s cheek now, it would be noticed immediately. Micah was about to go home. To a banquet. To a family event. Showing up with finger marks on his face wasn’t ideal.
"Don’t you think it’s too... bold for meeting your grandma? I’m not even gonna show myself at the banquet," Darcy said instead.
"Sorry. I got a bit carried away. I mean, look at you. How could I not?" Micah scratched his cheek. Honestly, he wanted Darcy to show up polished and elegant. He had an ulterior motive for doing all of that.