Chapter 248: When He Called Her Grandma
Darcy took the tray and carried it into the living room. The porcelain cups clinked gently against the table’s surface, the steam rising faintly from the freshly brewed tea.
Micah followed a few steps behind, a small glass dish of snacks in his hands. He plopped it onto the table with slightly more force than necessary, his brows drawn tighter in a sulky little pout. His lips pushed out, corners twitching in silent protest. Darcy’s calm attitude was really getting on his nerves.
How could he be so composed? So unaffected? Waltzing in the kitchen like it was their dormitory. They were in the Ramsy estate, for crying out loud, a massive mansion that had enough staff to run a boutique hotel. Zhou Ruyan’s sitting room alone looked like it belonged in a museum, with the antique vases, carved wooden screens, and lacquered cabinets displaying old heirlooms. Even the scent in the air was this subtle mix of sandalwood and jasmine tea, the kind of aroma that made you sit up a little straighter.
Micah couldn’t believe it. Not even a flicker of nervousness from Darcy. No awe. It was like nothing could intimidate Darcy.
Micah narrowed his eyes. Not only had Darcy walked in without blinking, but he also had the audacity to enter the kitchen and criticise him!
Micah scowled faintly at the memory. The nerve.
Just minutes ago, Micah had been sweating from the anxiety, not knowing how his grandmother would react to Darcy. And the one responsible for his near breakdown had been making tea like he owned the place.
With an exaggerated huff, Micah sank onto the seat beside Zhou Ruyan. The cushions gave under his weight as he leaned back. His initial nervousness had long since faded. Now, all that remained was this odd annoyance.
Darcy moved smoothly, picking up the teapot. He knelt beside Zhou Ruyan’s seat and poured her a cup. The tea swirled in the delicate porcelain.
"Ma’am," he said politely, his voice low and respectful as he held the cup out to her.