My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 124

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 124**

The man’s grip on her right hand faltered for just a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing over his features.

“Nothing, really,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oriana narrowed her eyes, skepticism etched on her face. “Seriously?”

Micah, despite his many talents, had always found it impossible to resist her.

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he searched for the right words. “I thought… maybe you were going to say goodbye. Because of what happened last night…”

“Last night?” she echoed, her mind racing, piecing together the fragments of their previous encounter. Suddenly, a cascade of thoughts ignited in her mind, bursting forth like a series of colorful fireworks.

Her temples pulsed with frustration as she yanked her hand away from his grasp, the air between them thick with tension.

“You actually thought I’d go back to my ex?” she exclaimed incredulously.

“And—”

“I kissed you! How could you possibly think I’d still have feelings for that jerk?”

Oriana felt a surge of anger, a boiling frustration that left her completely exasperated.

How could someone so adept with machines and intricate coding be utterly clueless in matters of the heart?

Micah, his expression clouded with regret, cautiously reached for her hand again, his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry. I thought that was… a goodbye kiss.”

The last three words tumbled from his lips, weak and pitiful, like a squirrel that had just lost its last acorn.

Oriana was left speechless, her mind racing. Unbelievable. Seriously.

No wonder he had been so stiff and silent; his thought processes were a mystery—absolutely ridiculous.

Micah continued to extend his hand, his gaze filled with a desperate plea for forgiveness.

After taking several deep breaths to steady herself, Oriana finally placed her left hand back into his.

He took hold of it again, this time with a firm grip, as if anchoring himself to her.

In a soft, earnest tone, he confessed, “I was wrong. I won’t think like that again. Because the one you like… is me.”

Regret laced his voice, but beneath it, there was a hint of joy that he couldn’t quite conceal.

How was Oriana supposed to remain angry after that heartfelt admission?

“Hmph. Just wait. I’ll show you exactly what it looks like when I like someone… and when I don’t,” she retorted, her tone playful yet challenging.

Micah smiled, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. “Okay.”

As they settled into the evening, Oriana ordered fried chicken and a cola, while Micah insisted on saving the half-eaten congee for tomorrow, much to her bemusement.

With the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background, Oriana sat cross-legged on the living room rug, engrossed in a variety show, savoring her chicken and soda.

Behind her, Micah had propped one knee on the sofa, skillfully giving her a gentle shoulder massage, applying just the right amount of pressure to help her unwind without interrupting her snacking.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed incessantly, jolting her from her relaxed state. Zara Radcliffe had finally broken her silence and was bombarding her with messages.

“Any juicy updates tonight?”

“Knowing my girl, you should’ve landed him by now, right?”

“Nope! We’re not listening to her—she gives dangerous advice!” Oriana yelped, snatching the phone back and scrambling to clean up the remnants of chicken and soda. “I’m full! Early morning tomorrow! You go to bed too. Goodnight, goodnight!”

With that, she dashed straight into the bedroom, her heart racing as if it might leap from her chest.

Just then, another message from Zara popped up on her phone.

“Don’t be shy, girl! The last relationship was a mess. This one? We’re fixing it!

“And with my expertise after reading over 3,000 CEO romance novels, you two shouldn’t still be on the couch. You should be in bed by now.”

Oriana’s vision nearly blacked out from the sheer mortification.

Micah wanted to take advice from Zara?

The mere thought sent tingles down her spine.

She had barely exhaled a long breath when a knock echoed at her door.

From behind the door came Micah’s voice, low and resonant like a cello. “I think… I’ve figured out what I should do.”

Oriana jumped, nearly biting her tongue in surprise. “D-Do what?”

Clearly unaccustomed to conversing through a solid wooden barrier, Micah paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing slowly and deliberately. “It’s something… that needs to be done in my room.”

In the split second after those words left his lips, the air felt charged with anticipation.

Crash!

Oriana flung the door open as if propelled by a hurricane, her heart racing as she stood on the threshold, practically leaping out of her skin.