Chapter 237: No, I’m Not Available
Micah nodded and smiled so much that his neck began to ache and his cheeks felt stiff like plaster. The corners of his lips jerked, muscles protesting, but he kept grinning anyway. The grand hall buzzed with people filtering in, row after row, a mix of familiar faces and total strangers. After half an hour standing beside his parents, Micah’s head was spinning. His vision blurred slightly with the movement of tailored suits and shimmering gowns, and chatter kept going on and on.
Every few seconds, someone would begin to offer shallow compliments or throw suggestive smiles, their eyes darting toward him like he was a prize on display. Some even were bold enough to mention daughters, prospects, and fate with poorly disguised intent.
Micah’s jaw clenched.
They were trying to confirm whether the viral post was true, whether the Ramsy heir, the so-called ’famous waste’, was really taken, or was still a chance to shove their daughters into his path like bait.
Their greedy eyes flicked from him to his parents, calculating, measuring. As if he were a stepping stone to climb. As if their daughters were auction items in some sale.
Micah’s hands curled slightly at his sides. His knuckles cracked.
Micah wanted to punch them. Hard into the nose.
He could see how they masked their ambition behind fake smiles, their minds filled with cold transactional hunger.
He hated this. This kind of gathering where people showed their ugly sides and reminded him of the unpleasant past.
He hadn’t even had the power to stop his older sister, Willow, from being tied down to that helpless fool of the Gu family. He had tried to break that engagement, from making trouble to going on a hunger strike, but in the end, Willow spoke up, saying she was okay with being engaged to him.
Micah had no choice but to accept it. He hated Gu Donghai before, despised him even. But after that dream, at least now he knew that guy actually loved Willow. But it still something bitter twisted in him every time he remembered that.
His gaze flickered to the two of them. Willow was as cool as a cucumber, as always, and Gu Donghai stood beside her, as stiff as a marble statue.