From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 615: The Day Georgina Chose Violence (part two)

Inside the apartment, Clyde rubbed his reddened temple while Georgina stood, eyes wide, mouth gaping at Micah, no, at the girl Clyde had been secretly meeting behind Micah’s back.

Georgina could not look away from her. All of her ranting and scolding that she was ready to throw at this shameless third party, got stuck in her throat.

The girl standing in front of her was so gorgeous. Pale white hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light like spun silver. Her makeup was exquisite, delicate but bold in all the right places, framing eyes that seemed far too expressive to be real. The oversized shirt hanging loosely over her frame was clearly Clyde’s. And it only added to the effect, slipping low on one shoulder, exposing smooth skin. The proportion of her shoulders, chest, and slim waist made her a natural model. Her gaze dropped to those pale long legs...

It took her a second to connect the dots.

Her face turned red, anger and shame flooding her chest. She spun toward Clyde sharply. "Fucking hell!" she shouted. "You slept with her?"

Clyde froze where he stood, shocked by the accusation. His ears turned pink as his gaze landed on Micah’s bare legs.

Georgina exploded when she noticed his reaction. "You dare! How could you after all those love declarations you made? After all the mopping you did because he hadn’t invited you to his birthday party? I’m gonna call Micah right now! Oh god! My poor Micah!" she clutched her chest as she was about to faint.

Then like a mother hen, she lunged forward and hit Clyde hard in the arm. "You... idiot! Jerk! Absolute trash!"

Clyde stood there, stunned, rubbing his arm weakly as she continued to scold him at full volume.

Micah stared for half a second, then understood what had happened. At first, he had been confused by her reaction but then he realised he was wearing a wig and makeup. In his distraught state, he had totally forgotten that Georgina had no idea he crossdressed. It was a little his fault, and mostly Clyde’s for not clarifying the matter.

Looking at how worked up Georgina was on his behalf and how Clyde was getting smacked, He tried hard not to snicker, but it was futile. He had never seen someone scold Clyde this aggressively except for Grandpa Lin. He burst out laughing at the end, his chest warm from her concern.

The sound was bright and unrestrained, echoing through the room. Georgina froze mid-rant.

She looked at the girl whose laughter sounded boyish. Her mind went blank. She moved forward slowly, step by step, staring at Micah like she had just met something supernatural.

Micah wiped the tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh..Sorry, teacher," he said lightly. "Thanks for bringing the dress."

Georgina’s eyes went wide. Then she pointed at Micah, stammering. "You... are you Micah?"

Micah nodded, smiling gently. "Yeah. Is it a bit too much?" He tilted his head, a faint pink creeping into his neck. "I like to crossdress sometimes..."

Georgina jumped in front of him. "Oh my gosh!" she shrieked as she grabbed Micah by the shoulders, spinning him slightly as she looked him up and down. "You look stunning dear! How can this be so natural? I thought you were a girl for real!" she laughed gleefully. "You are such a talented person. Wait, wait...you can change your voice too, can’t you?"

Micah’s expression softened and he spoke in his girlish voice. "Sister Georgina, you are embarrassing me with all this praise." He batted his eyelashes, acting shy and cute.

Georgina let out an unholy sound, hugging Micah tight. "Ahhhh... so adorable!" Then she turned her head toward Clyde, eyes sparkling. "I want him. I’m keeping him. Go away. You don’t deserve him at all!"

Clyde’s expression darkened instantly. He strode forward and hooked an arm around Micah’s waist, yanking him free of Georgina’s grip without ceremony. "Hands off," he said coldly. "He is mine."

Micah’s breath hitched. A shiver ran straight down his spine at the firmness of Clyde’s voice, the possessiveness in it sending a very noticeable thrill through him.

Georgina pouted. "Stingy. Such a stingy man." she crossed her arms. "He is such a gem. A treasure. Damn it. Why does he end up with you? An emotionless piece of wood? Such a waste." she clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"Georgina!" Clyde shot her a sharp look. "If you still want my older brother as your mentor, you’d better watch your mouth," Clyde said, his grip tightening. "Act like a responsible teacher. Or at least an older sister."

Georgina’s expression shifted. "Fine. Fine. Always threatening me..." she mumbled. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Then as if flipping a switch, she clapped her hands together, excited. "Okay, sweetheart! Let’s get you dressed for tonight."

Micah turned toward the room, taking a step, only to be pulled back. Clyde’s hold on his waist tightened. Micah paused and glanced at him with a small frown. "Let go. We will be late."

Clyde inhaled slowly, jaw clenched, then under Micah’s unyielding gaze, he loosened his grip reluctantly.

Georgina watched their interaction closely, one brow lifting.

Once inside the room, she shut the door behind them and spoke bluntly. "Wow. I never thought sleeping with someone would make Clyde this clingy. He was like a puppy, afraid someone might steal his favourite toy."

Micah stopped short. "What? No no... we didn’t..." his face flushed red instantly. "That’s not..."

Georgina paused, then let out a slow knowing hum. "Oh, I see." Her lips curled into a sly grin. That damn slow man! Clyde was still hesitating. Still holding himself back. Such a goody two-shoes!

She glanced at Micah again. Beautiful, radiant, standing right in front of her.

What if someone else whisked Micah away first?

Looks like she needed to help that hopeless man after all. Such a beauty, right under his nose, and he didn’t even dare to touch him, not as Micah or as a crossdressed girl.

What a tragedy.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief.