Chapter 271: Wrong Timing
A sharp honk pierced the air, jerking both Micah and Clyde out of the serene moment that had settled between them. Micah flinched in surprise, head snapping toward the sound. Clyde dropped his hand, his jaw tightening as he turned to look behind their car.
Two jeeps were at the bottom of the drive, idling with their engines purring like restless beasts. In the lead vehicle, the window rolled down, and a familiar head popped out.
Dylon leaned halfway out, one hand gripping the doorframe. "Hey!" Dylon shouted, his voice echoing off the nearby stone walls. "Open the damn gate already! What are you doing just standing there?"
Clyde didn’t respond. He merely stared at the jeeps with the chilling calm of a predator whose meal had just been snatched away.
He had been this close. This close to opening up. He had finally found the time to be alone with Micah. And not just that. They were even having a heart-to-heart talk. He could see Micah had softened near him, ready to show his vulnerability. To say something real. Something important.
Clyde also had been ready to talk more about himself and let Micah know that he had seen through all his secrets. And of course, it had to be now that they showed up and ruined everything.
So damn annoying. Clyde’s gaze hardened. His usually cool expression twisted into a look that could have frozen the air. There was something genuinely murderous in it now.
Dylon, still hanging out the window, felt a chill run down his back.
He leaned back inside and muttered to Lin Heye beside him. "Hey, why does he look like he wants to kill someone?"
Lin Heye, sitting awkwardly with a water bottle in his lap, didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were locked on Clyde, then flicked to Micah, then back to Clyde again. Mason, in the back seat, craned his neck to get a look and grimaced.