From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 706: The Bored Young Master Goes to Work

Because of his long absence from the university, Micah had been forced to rearrange his academic schedule. The sudden change had not been something he could avoid. Too many of his classes required full attendance, and others depended on group projects or workshop assignments that required consistent participation and completed design work. Missing weeks of classes had made it impossible for him to keep up with those requirements.

In the end, he had no choice but to drop several majors temporarily. The revised schedule looked embarrassingly empty compared to before. While other students rushed between lectures, assignments, and deadlines, Micah suddenly had far too much free time on his hands.

And as if that were not frustrating enough, the aftermath of his accident had added another layer of restrictions to his life. Many activities were now forbidden.

Video games were out, because apparently they could strain his mind and worsen his headaches. Outdoor sports were banned because someone, his doctor, his mother, or Clyde, he still wasn’t sure which, had decided that anything remotely risky could threaten his recovery.

Even harmless activities like staying up late or drinking too much coffee were now monitored.

At first, Micah thought staying home would at least be comfortable. After all, his family’s mansion had everything one could ask for.

He was wrong. Sitting at home quickly became unbearable.

His family had always doted on him, but after the accident, their concern had reached a completely new level. It was not just affection anymore. It felt like he had suddenly become the centre of an overprotective storm.

The moment he woke up in the morning, someone was already outside his door. Before he even opened his mouth, a tray would appear. Fresh fruit. Fresh juice. A carefully prepared healthy breakfast. And of course, herbal medicine.

There was always herbal medicine.

The bitter smell of those strange concoctions haunted him like a curse. Every time he finished one bowl, another would appear a few hours later.

On top of that, everyone had something to remind him.

"Don’t walk too fast."

"Don’t strain your eyes."

"Don’t stay out too long."

"Don’t skip meals."

"Don’t forget your medicine."

The list of things he was not allowed to do seemed endless.

Micah felt as if he were trapped inside a golden cage.

At some point, he even began to joke, half seriously, that he had developed PTSD from excessive pampering. If he stayed home any longer, he was certain he would go insane. So after enduring several days of this suffocating treatment, he decided to escape.

Or rather... relocate. His new target quickly became Clyde.

Clyde’s penthouse suddenly turned into Micah’s second residence.

At first, he only visited occasionally, but before long he started staying overnight. Eventually, it became so frequent that even the housekeepers stopped acting surprised when they saw him staying at Clyde’s apartment.

Since everyone already knew about their relationship, Micah did not bother hiding it anymore. He moved through Clyde’s space as comfortably as if it were his own.

And Clyde, for his part, was delighted.

One particular morning, sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse bedroom. The soft glow illuminated the minimalist furniture and the large bed where Micah was currently sprawled in an unceremonious position.

He had half of his body draped across the mattress, his hair messy from sleep, silver strands glinting faintly under the light.

His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but they were bright with mischief. Across the room, Clyde stood near the wardrobe, already halfway dressed for work.

His movements were precise and efficient as always. He buttoned his shirt, adjusted the cuffs, and reached for his suit jacket with the calm confidence of someone who had repeated the same routine hundreds of times.

Micah watched him lazily. His chin rested on his hand while his elbows supported his upper body on the bed. Meanwhile, his legs swung idly in the air behind him like a restless cat’s tail.

Then, without any warning, he spoke. "What if I tag along today?"

Clyde paused mid-motion.

Micah continued casually, as if he had merely suggested going for a walk. "You know... come to the office with you?"

The words hung in the air. Clyde turned toward him slowly.

Micah looked entirely too relaxed for someone making such an unexpected request.

Clyde pulled on his suit jacket and sighed softly.

The boy was lying on his stomach, elbows propped up, legs kicking lazily behind him. The motion made the curve of his body more prominent, the thin fabric of his shirt shifting with each movement.

Clyde’s gaze paused briefly. Then he quickly looked away. He picked up a tie from the dresser and began tying it around his neck. "I don’t have any objection," he said calmly. "But you’ll be bored."

Micah blinked.

Clyde continued, adjusting the knot with practised ease. "I have a lot of delayed work to review and analyse. Meetings, reports, documents. It’s not very exciting."

Micah tilted his head thoughtfully. As he moved, a lock of silver hair slipped away from the faint scar near his temple. The mark was small now, barely noticeable unless someone looked closely.

He hummed softly. "Let’s try." His voice stretched lazily as he spoke. "I have nothing to do anyway..."

He leaned further onto the bed, making himself look pitiful. "Please? I promise I’ll be quiet and let you work."

Clyde looked at him for a long moment. The boy would be the death of him. The way Micah looked at him stirred something deep inside Clyde. His eyes darkened as his throat bobbed. Then he stepped closer. Without warning, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss against Micah’s lips.

"If this is the kind of service you’re offering," Clyde murmured teasingly, "then I have no problem bringing you along every day."

His eyes were full of amusement.

Micah blinked. Then one eyebrow slowly rose. "Oh?" He tilted his head again, clearly entertained. "Are we roleplaying the stand-in for white moonlight now? You know most people in your company have probably heard of Asena," he asked lazily. "Or do you want to change the script? Maybe the poor, pitiful newcomer in a contract relationship?"

His tone was playful, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Aren’t you worried your employees might misunderstand our relationship?"

Clyde didn’t even hesitate. "They won’t gossip."

Micah smirked.

"And second," Clyde added calmly, "they’ll know the truth soon enough."

Micah’s smirk deepened.

Clyde caught that expression from the corner of his eye and immediately knew something dangerous was brewing inside that clever head.

Micah was clearly planning something again. But Clyde didn’t mind. In fact... he preferred it. This mischievous, lively version of Micah was far better than the quiet and fragile one he had seen during the past two months of recovery. That silence had been far more frightening.

Clyde glanced back at the bed. Micah was still lying there. Completely unmoved. Still daydreaming. Still not making the slightest effort to get ready. Clyde stared at him for a few seconds. Then he sighed.

Without another word, he unbuttoned his jacket again and walked toward the bed. Before Micah could react, Clyde scooped him up into his arms.

Micah yelped. "Hey!"

Clyde ignored the protest. He carried the surprised young man straight into the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of the sink counter.

Micah stared at him in shock.

Clyde calmly turned on the faucet and soaked a small towel with warm water. Then he began wiping Micah’s face gently. The movements were careful and patient, as if he were tending to a child.

Micah froze.

Clyde brushed the loose strands of hair away from his forehead. Then he picked up a comb and carefully ran it through the silver locks, straightening them neatly.

Finally, he grabbed Micah’s toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and held it up in front of Micah’s mouth.

Micah watched the entire process in stunned silence. Then he finally spoke. "I said I liked you taking care of me," he said slowly. "Even suggesting I’m willing to be your canary." He squinted at Clyde suspiciously. "But this is a bit excessive, don’t you think?" His lips twitched. "You’re straight-up babying me."

Clyde blinked. Then he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," he admitted. "I did it automatically."

He held out the toothbrush. "Here."

Micah took it slowly. His expression turned strangely blank. For a brief moment, he thought Clyde might go even further.

Considering the man’s shamelessness, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had offered to help him use the bathroom too... maybe even insisted on holding his little brother and giving it a shake afterwards.

Clyde was absolutely capable of that level of shamelessness. Micah shuddered internally. Before the situation could become more ridiculous, he shoved Clyde toward the door.

"Out!"

Clyde chuckled but obediently left.

Micah quickly finished washing up and took care of his business in peace. A short while later, he stepped out of the bathroom. He had changed into a comfortable loose shirt and sports pants.

The outfit looked more appropriate for a casual picnic than for visiting the headquarters of a powerful corporation.

Clyde watched silently.

Micah then added a cap and a face mask, adjusting them with satisfaction.

"There," he announced proudly. "I’m ready."

Clyde stared at him. Then he remembered Micah’s earlier joke about being mistaken for a contract lover.

Suddenly the disguise made perfect sense. His lips twitched slightly. Rumours were definitely going to circulate in the company today. But Clyde didn’t dwell on it.

Whatever Micah was planning, it didn’t matter. As long as Micah was by his side. That alone was enough.