Chapter 262: Third Wheel, Sharp Eyes
In a car, Micah sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms folded tightly across his chest as he stared out the window. The city moved by in flashes of colour and noise, but his scowl remained fixed.
"Really," he muttered, his voice edged with irritation. "We could’ve just gotten a taxi. Why are you even coming along?"
He didn’t look directly at Clyde, but glanced sideways, just enough to catch his reflection in the side mirror.
Clyde, hands steady on the wheel, didn’t change his expression. He threw a quick glance at Micah, eyes calm behind the sunglasses on his nose.
"Why can’t I come?" he asked. "The one whose mother and sister are in the hospital, didn’t object, but you have a problem with it?"
Micah let out an incredulous snort, shifting in his seat to face Clyde more fully. "Because he is too nice!" he snapped, jabbing a thumb toward the backseat without turning around.
Darcy, sitting behind them, blinked at the sudden outburst, unsure whether to speak or stay quiet. He was puzzled by Micah’s behaviour. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Micah’s attitude toward him had become lukewarm. Like he had invaded his territory or something. Even in the walk-in closet, Micah just quickly picked up some clothes, surprising both him and Clyde.
Darcy looked down. Both he and Micah were dressed sharply, designer clothes that Georgina had personally packed for Micah, and had been shared with Darcy. The soft sheen of the fabric, the tailored cuts, made them look like they had stepped out of a fashion shoot. Stylish. Polished.
In this luxury car, he wasn’t out of place for once.
Darcy pursed his lips and decided not to get involved in their banter. He just turned his head, looking out the window.
In the passenger seat, Micah’s brows were furrowed, lips slightly pursed, jaw tight.
It wasn’t that Clyde tagging along was unbearable. It was what he might notice; that risk made his skin itch. The risk of Clyde seeing too much.