From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 585: ‘Suit Yourself’ = Wedding Bells?

In the middle of the hospital hallway, Micah forced his shoulders to straighten, trying to look less like someone Clyde had just dragged through the hospital. His voice came out almost steady. "I’m okay now."

Clyde stopped mid-stride. His hand was still on Micah’s waist, warm and firm, as if he didn’t trust him not to sway again. He studied Micah’s face for a second, the way someone examines a fragile object they aren’t sure how to hold. Only after confirming Micah wasn’t about to collapse did he slowly withdraw his hands. "Why were you there?" Clyde asked quietly, a subtle accusation beneath the worry in his voice.

Micah opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again. His thoughts were scattered, and even breathing felt like it needed concentration. "I...I stepped out because I wanted to leave the hospital and pull a prank on you, but I stumbled on Silas and Nabil Lobart. Together. I wanted to figure out why they’re mixed up with each other, and then I was caught..." his voice faded. He was still shaken from what had happened earlier. In his distraught state, he had let things slip.

Clyde’s brows drew together, tension gathering in his expression. But instead of questioning him more, he shook his head. "We’ll talk when we get home. Let’s get out of here first."

Micah gave a small nod. "Yeah. Okay."

They resumed walking down the quiet corridor. Micah’s heart still beat loudly and fast. His hands were sweaty. But he upheld his composure, not wishing to worry Clyde even more than he was.

With how everything was unfolding, Micah needed to be at the auction tomorrow night. He couldn’t stay passive any longer, not when a transmigrator armed with a system was running around messing with the plot, messing with his life, and messing with their future.

The Lobart family...the ones who destroyed the Ramsy Empire in the book... Micah would bet his entire lifespan that it was this transmigration’s doing. That damn system with its asshole host probably thought that if the Ramsy family disappeared early, Darcy, the protagonist would have fewer problems or would be more dependent on those four scums and the story would wrap up neatly. Micah had considered a hundred possibilities why the Ramsy family fell, why they were crushed so cleanly in the novel...

But now everything pointed toward this new variable. The system and transmigrator. He wasn’t going to let them toy with their lives as they wished.

Silas Durant, with Nabil Lobart at his side... that alone was wrong. Add what he had overheard at the shooting club, and everything clicked together in an ugly pattern. Micah was sure Nabil Lobart had a connection to the Francis and Wilson families too.

All of them would be gathered in the auction for sure. Good. He would be there too. He had his golden finger now. He could hear the system’s voice. Micah didn’t care why he was able to do it, but he would use this opportunity to gather information. It was thanks to this ability that he came to understand why the Lobart family suddenly got stronger, Nabil Lobart had a root to underground forces in the capital. Or this world had restarted countless times. Something the original plot never mentioned.

The hospital doors slid open with a soft swoosh. Stepping out, the old air rushed toward them. Micah exhaled loudly as if he escaped a great disaster.

Clyde watched him quietly. His eyes softened with concern. He could sense the young man’s mind was not here. What scheme was he cooking this time?

He felt uneasy, like Micah was slipping further and further out of his reach.

When Clyde had turned the corner earlier and saw Micah in Silas’s arms, his entire vision went white for a moment. Something sharp twisted in his heart. He had no idea why the scene made his heart ache. In his past lives, Micah had no contact with Silas. And that psycho was fixated on Darcy, not Micah...

So why...why did seeing Silas touch him make Clyde feel like he was about to lose something precious?

The more he thought about it, the worse the ache became. He wanted to take Micah somewhere no one could reach. Hide him away, keep him close.

These pathological urges had begun to get stronger and stronger. Clyde had tried to suppress them, burying them deep, but it was always futile. He grasped Micah’s hand, trying to ground himself in the warmth.

He was debating whether to see a psychologist or not. The fear of losing Micah had clouded his judgement more than he wanted to admit. He was terrified he would cross a line, that he would do something irreversible to Micah.

Micah, oblivious to Clyde’s turmoil, tightened his fingers around the man’s, holding instinctively. He let Clyde lead him toward the car.

It was past midnight when they arrived at Clyde’s place. The city lights flickered below the tall building, casting long reflections across the apartment windows. This had been the place Micah had stayed last time. He looked at Clyde, speechless. "Why here again? Did you buy that penthouse just to let it collect dust?"

Clyde shut the car door and raised a brow. "You told me not to show up around you... saying your family started paying too much attention to you because of the ad."

Micah’s eyelid twitched. "Since when did you become a sensible, obedient man? Listening to me of all people?"

Clyde didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in. "Since the moment you became mine," he whispered. "Uncle Lin said a good husband always listens to his wife."

Micah’s eyes turned round, colour rose from his neck to the top of his head like a crab that had just been dunked in boiling water. "You...you," he stammered. "The Fuck are you saying... who said I am your wife?"

Micah was ready to kick this confidant man’s ass when Clyde spoke again. "So...You want to be someone else’s wife instead?"

Micah’s temper ignited instantly. "Screw you! Who the hell wants to be a wife?"

"Eh?" Clyde tilted his head, lips curling up slightly. "That’s a shame. I was planning to announce you as the madam of the Du Pont family this New year."

Micah was taken aback by the flow of conversation. "Where did that come from?"

"I calculated that by that time, the matter of switch baby will explode and you’ll need a backup otherwise you will be under attack by Ramsy’s enemies and the public," Clyde replied. "What is better than using me as a shield?"

Micah’s retort got stuck in his throat. He looked up, gazing at those pale blue eyes. The sincerity in them made him speechless. "Suit yourself," he muttered at the end.

He turned around abruptly, heading toward the elevator, ready to call it a day. His steps were a little quicker than necessary, just shy of running.

Today’s event had been too much. He needed to rest, otherwise, his body would give away again.

Clyde watched him, a smile forming on his face. It wasn’t a mocking one or even a playful one. It was soft, warm and even triumphant.

The young man had not rejected his offer. In Micah’s language, "suit yourself" meant he was included in the future Micah had imagined for himself.

Clyde knew Micah too well. If something was not in line with his wishes, he would flatly and bluntly reject it.

Clyde suppressed his guilt. He had his own selfish reasons for speeding things up. He wished to make Micah his before anything unexpected happened. Maybe his deep fear rooted in his bones would subside this way.

The danger would always be there. Even without tying with him, the patriarch of the Du Pont family. So he might as well use this to his advantage and protect Micah. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The Ramsy family by then would be more open to him, especially after seeing how the public would tear apart Micah. Portraying him as a vicious fake heir.