Darcy checked the simmering dinner one last time, adjusting the lid with a faint click before returning to the living room. His gaze fell on Clyde, seated rigidly on the sofa with the kind of posture that someone bracing himself for a blow. A flicker of satisfaction tugged at Darcy's lips, an involuntary smirk that flashed and disappeared just as quickly. He walked and dropped into the sofa beside Micah, his arm brushing against Micah's arm in a casual yet deliberate gesture. "Long time no see, Mr. Clyde," he said smoothly.
Clyde concealed his complicated emotions beneath his calm exterior. Then he offered a polite nod to the young man.
From across the room, Zhou Ruyan's eyes narrowed. "You two know each other?"
Darcy leaned back with ease. "Yeah. He picked us up on our birthdays once. I had the pleasure of meeting him, though we were drunk at that time."
"Well, I was worried about Micah," Clyde replied, his glance lingering briefly, softening when it landed on Micah.
