From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 721: Relationship Status: Exposed (part one)

By the time Micah finally left the Ramsy mansion, the sky above the city had already deepened into a rich evening blue. The last traces of sunset lingered faintly along the horizon, streaking the clouds with fading gold and purple.

Before heading back to the penthouse, Micah made a quick stop in the kitchen. The Ramsy family chef had prepared an impressive spread that evening, as usual, and several dishes had been left untouched after dinner. Micah quietly packed a few containers himself.

Braised beef. Steamed vegetables. A portion of soup that still smelled warm and fragrant.

He carefully sealed each container and placed them neatly into a carry bag. His family didn’t need to ask who the food was for. They watched as the young man refused to eat with them and cheerfully asked Driver Dan to drop him off.

The Ramsy family could only sigh in disbelief. Their pampered young master, famously a foodie, was actually holding back from eating without Clyde. The power of love!

On the other hand, Micah was pleased with his own thoughtfulness. Clyde had been busy lately, working long hours, disappearing into meetings, answering endless calls. So he packed the food and left the mansion.

The drive back to the city was quiet. The traffic had thinned, and the streets were mostly calm except for the glow of streetlights reflecting off the pavement. By the time Micah arrived at the penthouse building and rode the elevator up, it was already past nine.

When the door to the apartment opened, he immediately noticed the silence. The lights were off in most rooms. The living area was dim except for the soft glow of the city lights streaming through the large windows. Clyde wasn’t home yet.

Micah walked inside and kicked off his shoes, placing them neatly near the door. Then he headed straight for the kitchen area.

He unpacked the containers and arranged them carefully on the dining table. Bowls. Plates. Cutlery. Everything was set out neatly. Only after finishing did he glance at the clock on the wall.

9:07 PM.

He leaned back slightly against the chair and waited. The apartment remained quiet. Micah scrolled through his phone for a while, occasionally glancing toward the door. Minutes passed slowly, but he didn’t mind. The calm atmosphere was almost comforting.

Then, about twenty minutes later, the lock finally clicked. The door opened. Clyde stepped inside.

He looked like he had just come straight from work. His suit jacket hung neatly on his broad shoulders, though the crisp perfection had softened slightly after a long day. As he walked in, he loosened his tie with one hand and exhaled quietly, clearly tired.

The moment he lifted his eyes, he noticed Micah sitting at the dining table. Clyde paused.

Micah looked up and smiled faintly. "You’re finally back," he said. Then he gestured toward the table. "I brought food from home."

Clyde’s gaze shifted to the containers. For a brief moment, his expression softened. "Haven’t you eaten yet?" he asked.

Micah rested his elbow on the table and flashed him a warm, almost innocent smile. "Nope," he said lightly. "I was waiting for you."

That answer made something warm flicker in Clyde’s eyes. He walked over slowly and leaned down slightly, placing a gentle kiss on Micah’s cheek. "Such a sweet wife," Clyde teased.

Micah’s brain immediately filtered out the word "wife" as if it had never been spoken. He absolutely refused to acknowledge it. If he reacted, even slightly, he knew Clyde would seize the opportunity and continue teasing him endlessly. So Micah simply stared at him pensively for a second. Then he turned his head casually as if he had heard nothing at all. Completely ignoring it.

Clyde raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Soon, they both sat down at the table. The meal that followed was surprisingly peaceful. Micah opened the containers and served the dishes while Clyde poured water for both of them. They ate together slowly, the quiet apartment gradually filling with the soft sounds of utensils and casual conversation.

Their conversation wandered from topic to topic. Micah talked about his visit to the university earlier that day while Clyde listened, occasionally chuckling. In return, Clyde mentioned a few minor company frustrations, nothing confidential, just complaints about paperwork, stubborn executives, and endless meetings. Micah rolled his eyes sympathetically, and they continued exchanging small stories about their day.

For once, neither of them brought up difficult topics like Darcy, those four men, hidden secrets, or the complicated emotions tangled between them.

Tonight was peaceful. By the time they finished eating, the clock had crept closer to ten. Micah leaned back in his chair and sighed quietly, satisfied. Clyde stood up first and gathered a few empty containers before carrying them toward the kitchen sink.

Then, without saying much, he disappeared down the hallway toward the bedroom.

Micah remained at the table for a moment, scrolling through his phone. A few minutes later, Clyde returned. He was holding two folded sets of pyjamas. Micah immediately recognised them. They were the same ones he had bought yesterday, the matching pair decorated with ridiculously cute animal cartoons. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Clyde held one out toward him.

Micah took the clothes slowly. Then he stared at them suspiciously. After a moment, he lifted his eyes and narrowed them at Clyde. "I’m not going to take a shower with you," he blurted out.

Clyde blinked. Then he sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead. "I didn’t ask for that," he said. His tone carried genuine exasperation. "You’re far too guarded against me."

Micah snorted. Yeah. Right. He absolutely did not believe that.

If he gave Clyde even one inch, that man would absolutely take a mile. Clyde had already proven countless times that he was perfectly willing to take advantage of any opportunity that appeared.

Micah clutched the pyjamas and stood up. "I’m showering first." Without waiting for a response, he headed toward the bathroom. The shower didn’t take long.

Warm water washed away the fatigue of the day, and Micah quickly changed into the soft oversized pyjamas afterwards. The fabric was comfortable and light, though the cartoon animals covering it still made him feel slightly ridiculous. His lips twitched, but for the sake of his plan, he tolerated it. He wanted to have a good laugh at Clyde.

After drying his hair with a towel, he finally stepped out of the bathroom. And froze.

Clyde was standing near the bed. And he was wearing the exact same pyjamas. But the laugh Micah expected never came.

On Clyde’s tall frame and broad shoulders, the childish animal pattern somehow didn’t look ridiculous at all. If anything, the soft fabric and silly design seemed to soften the sharp edges of his usually intimidating presence.

Micah rolled his eyes internally. Of course. What was he thinking? Some people could literally wear anything and still look good.

Annoying.

He walked over to the bed and sat down casually. Then he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Clyde.

Clyde noticed immediately. Meanwhile, from the moment Micah stepped out of the bathroom, Clyde had been staring at him.

The oversized pyjamas made Micah look unexpectedly adorable. The sleeves were slightly too long, and the soft fabric made him look younger, softer. Honestly, Clyde thought, anything Micah wore looked cute. A small smile appeared on Clyde’s lips. He walked over and sat beside him.

"Let’s take a selfie," Clyde suggested.

Micah blinked. "...What?" For a second he genuinely thought he had misheard. But before he could react, Clyde had already leaned closer.

He grabbed Micah’s phone and raised it. The first photo was taken. Clyde glanced down at the screen thoughtfully. Then, without hesitation, he wrapped one arm around Micah’s shoulders and pulled him closer.

Micah stiffened slightly, caught completely off guard. Click. Another photo.

On the screen, the image looked almost absurdly affectionate.

Micah sat nestled in Clyde’s arms, his expression innocent and slightly dazed, while both of them wore the same cartoon animal pyjamas. Clyde’s expression wasn’t cold or distant either. There was a soft smile on his face.

Clyde nodded approvingly. "This one is good."

Micah was still processing what had just happened when Clyde suddenly opened the WeChat app. He tapped and uploaded the picture. Within seconds, the photos appeared on Micah’s WeChat Moments. But Clyde wasn’t finished.

He sent the photos to himself. Then he grabbed his own phone from the nightstand and uploaded them again. Now the same pictures appeared on Clyde’s page too.

By the time Micah realised what had happened, his phone exploded. Notifications flooded the screen. Messages poured in from everywhere. Friends. Relatives. Acquaintances. Congratulations. Shocked comments. Teasing remarks. Some people even sent laughing emojis.

Micah slowly lifted his head. He stared at Clyde in complete disbelief.

Meanwhile, Clyde sat there calmly. But his expression carried unmistakable pride. Like a peacock proudly spreading its feathers. The message was obvious. Micah was his. He had waited long enough to announce it. Now anyone who saw the matching pyjamas and those photos would understand exactly what it meant.

Micah continued staring at him silently for several seconds. Then he calmly picked up his phone. Turned off notifications. Placed it aside. Pulled the blanket over his head. And lay down.

Now he finally understood. Last night, when Clyde had enthusiastically suggested wearing matching pyjamas, it had all been part of a plan. Clyde wanted the entire world to know they were together. Micah felt deeply frustrated. But the worst part was... He couldn’t even properly scold the man.

He had been the one who bought those stupid pyjamas in the first place. And more importantly... He had never actually wanted to hide that he liked Clyde. So now he was left with a huge amount of pent-up frustration and absolutely no place to release it. Clyde had played him perfectly, like a fiddle. And any attempt to get revenge would probably hurt himself too.

What a grievance.