From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 702: The Night Everything Felt Right

When Micah returned to the Ramsy mansion that evening, he immediately sensed something unusual.

The driveway was full. Luxury cars lined both sides in neat rows, their polished surfaces reflecting the warm glow of the mansion’s exterior lights. The fountain at the front entrance sparkled under golden spotlights, water cascading gently in a steady rhythm. The grand white columns stood tall as ever, but tonight the place felt... alive. Not in the stiff, formal way of business dinners or political banquets. There was warmth in the air. Laughter drifting through the open doors.

Micah paused at the entrance steps, one hand still in his coat pocket.

Darcy stood beside him, quiet as always, but Micah could feel the faint amusement radiating from him.

"What’s the occasion?" Micah asked, shooting him a suspicious look.

He should’ve known something was up when Darcy left the lab early and insisted on coming home with him.

Darcy shrugged as an answer, then he swung open the massive wooden doors.

And there they were. Everyone. His parents. Albert Ramsy was sitting with his usual composed air. Willow and Aria chatting near the bar counter. His two aunts and their families gathered around the long central sofa. Flora and Nora stood near the tea table, looking slightly awkward but clearly trying to blend in. Jacklin, Dean, and Emile were near the staircase, whispering about something. And leaning casually near the fireplace was Clyde.

Micah blinked once. Hey! Damn! Why didn’t he warn him?

Even Clyde’s friends were here. Dylon was already laughing loudly at something Mason had said. Mason himself looked overly relaxed, one arm thrown across the back of a chair. Lin Heye was swirling wine in his glass with exaggerated elegance. Georgina and Soha were seated together, whispering and smiling knowingly.

The entire living hall was packed.

Soft instrumental music played in the background. The crystal chandelier overhead reflected warm light across the marble floor. Platters of food were arranged neatly along the long dining table: desserts, fruit, pastries, and carefully prepared dishes. Nothing overly extravagant, but clearly planned with care.

Micah looked at Darcy again. "What did I miss?" he muttered.

Before he could process further, Elina rose gracefully from her seat. "My two lovely boys, you are home."

She crossed the room in measured steps, her heels clicking softly against the marble. When she reached them, her expression softened.

"Mum, what’s this? Did I forget something?" Micah asked. For a second, Micah doubted if he had missed someone’s birthday or wedding anniversary.

She took his hand. "We are just celebrating your recovery, sweetie," she said warmly. "We know you don’t like banquets, so we just prepared a small gathering here."

Micah’s lips twitched. Small gathering? This was half the people he’d known his whole life under one roof.

That wasn’t the point. The way Elina talked to him had changed. Before, she either scolded him outright or criticised him so sweetly it almost sounded like praise.

Anyway, It was nothing like now, when her voice turned smooth and sugary, as if she were speaking to a toddler.

And it wasn’t just her.

After the accident, everyone had developed a strange habit of treating him like fragile porcelain. Like he might faint if someone spoke too loudly. Or break if left unattended for five minutes.

And now, they had even set aside their strict tradition of formal banquets and thrown a casual party instead.

But instead of comforting him, it made him uneasy. Even unhappy.

It wasn’t that he disliked it, but it felt more like pity than care. Before they insisted on him attending those tedious banquets no matter how much he protested. But now, just an accident and everything turned upside down.

And honestly, Micah still found it hard to interact with so many people at once. But he couldn’t say that. It would only worry them.

"Thank you, mum, for your lovely consideration," Micah replied, voice layered thick with sarcasm.

Elina squeezed his hand harder. She led him toward the central sofa as if escorting royalty and gently pushed him down to sit.

"Be polite in front of the guests," she whispered through her smile.

Micah sighed inwardly. He plastered a bright, artificial smile on his face and tilted his head toward her. "Satisfied?"

Elina rolled her eyes discreetly where no one else could see and patted his arm. "Yes, yes, little ancestor."

That nickname made his smile shift... this time genuine.

He reached up and removed his baseball cap. His silver hair fell softly over his ears, catching the warm chandelier light. Without the hat, the faint surgery scar near his temple was more visible. A small patch where brown hair had started growing unevenly.

His fingers brushed over it unconsciously. The texture still felt foreign.

He let his long silver strands fall forward, subtly covering the area again. It wasn’t shame exactly. Just habit. Just not wanting everyone’s eyes lingering there.

Micah leaned back into the sofa and let his gaze travel across the room.

Albert was deep in conversation with Uncle Lin. Willow was teasing Dean about something, while Aria laughed behind her hand. Flora and Nora were speaking carefully with one of the aunts, still carrying that slight stiffness from being in this kind of gathering.

Clyde stood beside Jacob, his posture relaxed but respectful. Even while holding a conversation with his future father-in-law, his eyes occasionally flicked toward Micah to check if he looked tired.

Micah rolled his eyes internally. Then he looked at the table again. Food. Drinks. Laughter.

For a moment, something soft passed through his chest. In every timeline he remembered... this never happened. The Ramsy family, the Edwoods, Clyde’s friends... everyone gathered peacefully in one place without tension, without hidden motives, without cold distance.

If his accident had somehow forced them to stand closer... perhaps the hardship wasn’t entirely meaningless.

Across the room, Mason leaned toward Clyde after Jacob walked toward his wife, finally leaving Clyde alone.

"So," Mason said casually, though his grin suggested otherwise. "Did you ask? When is the wedding?"

The words floated across the space like a bomb. Lin Heye, who had just taken a sip of wine, choked immediately.

He coughed, eyes widening dramatically as he stared at Clyde. "What? When did you propose? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Clyde remained perfectly composed. He swayed the wine gently in his glass before replying, "I haven’t yet. I was just thinking about when and how to do it."

"And I offered him some advice," Mason added.

Lin Heye placed his glass down with exaggerated indignation."You asked Mason for advice? Mason? How could you? Am I not your closest friend? Wasn’t I the one who pushed you to chase after him? I’m basically the one who got you two together!"

His tone was so self-righteous that anyone who heard it would think Clyde had betrayed him.

Clyde’s lips curved upward. "Yes, yes. We are grateful to you," he said lightly. "The best man position is reserved for you."

Lin Heye froze for half a second. Then satisfaction spread across his face like sunrise. "As it should be," he declared proudly. "But isn’t it a bit early? Considering his grandma... and the accident?"

Mason shook his head lazily. "Even if he proposes now, wedding preparation takes months."

Dylon snapped his fingers. "I’ll arrange the music," he announced enthusiastically. "Live band. Just name who you want to sing at your wedding and consider it done."

"I handle the food!" Lin Heye added immediately.

Clyde’s smile deepened, softer now. "Thanks," he said. "But I should run it by Micah first."

"Wow," Mason whistled. "Already whipped." He mimicked the sound of a whip slash.

Clyde shrugged without shame. "You single guys wouldn’t understand the dynamic of a successful relationship."

"Hey! Personal attack!" Lin Heye protested.

Mason leaned back and smirked. "This is just self-deception. Accept it. You’re wrapped around his little finger."

Clyde didn’t even deny it. "What’s wrong with that?" he replied calmly. "I’m willing to give him the moon and stars if he asks."

His gaze shifted unconsciously toward the sofa. Toward Micah. "He’s my world," Clyde continued quietly. "I’d do anything for him."

The sincerity in his voice was not exaggerated. Not dramatic. Just steady. Certain.

Dylon pretended to gag. "Ugh. Goosebumps."

"Seriously," Mason added. "Who are you and what did you do with the original Clyde? Where’s the block of wood? How are these words coming from your mouth?"

Clyde chuckled. The sound was lighter than it had been in weeks.

For nearly two months, he had been on constant alert: watching breathing patterns, checking pupils, monitoring medication times. Sleeping lightly. Waking at the smallest sound.

Fear had been his constant companion. But now...

Now he looked across the room and saw Micah laughing.

Emile was arguing dramatically with Cora about who had eaten the last dessert. Nora was trying to mediate but ended up laughing. Darcy stood nearby, shaking his head in quiet amusement as Micah teased Cora mercilessly.

Silver hair shimmering under warm lights. Eyes bright. Alive.

Clyde exhaled slowly. The tightness that had been wrapped around his ribs for weeks finally loosened.

He didn’t realise he was smiling until Mason nudged him.

"Hopeless," Mason muttered fondly.

Clyde didn’t disagree, he turned toward Lin Heye and said, "Hey... I want to ask his father and grandfather for his hand in marriage. Any suggestions on what I should be mindful of?"

Their expressions turned serious.

Dylon looked at Jacob and Albert. "They seem a bit scary..."

"Well... normally this is the elder’s job, but with your situation..." Lin Heye paused. "You can ask my dad for help."

Clyde shook his head. "Thanks. But I want to do it myself."

Lin Heye nodded in understanding. "Then, you’d better make it clear to them that his standing in Du Pont family will be firm, no one will look down on him, given the gap in status between your families... I assume they’ll be worried about that more."

Clyde fell into thought for a second and gave a thoughtful nod. "Good point. I’ll keep that in mind."

Then he tilted his glass toward them, "wish me success," and walked toward Albert Ramsy. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Their friends fell into silence, watching him with worry.

"He’s anxious," Mason remarked.

"Isn’t it a bit too hasty?" Dylon asked.

"Then why did you two back him up earlier? Why didn’t you stop him?" Lin Heye said incredulously.

"Are you really asking that?" Mason said. "Have you forgotten how he looked when Micah was unconscious? Or how he put aside everything and stayed beside Micah for two months in the middle of nowhere full of snow? I know it is soon, but he needs stability. He needs reassurance or else he will fall apart completely."

Lin Heye pressed his lips together. "Even though it hurts me to admit it... You’re right."

They had never seen Clyde that shaken before. It was as if the man was on the verge of self-destruction. If, God forbid, something really happened to Micah, they were certain Clyde would burn the world down.