My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 126

**Chapter 126: Sweet Sharing**

The moment was monumental; it was their marriage license.

Oriana had sprinted across the room, her heart racing as she struggled to regain her breath. The exhilaration of the moment still coursed through her veins.

“For the past twenty years, my life was never truly mine to shape,” she reflected, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “Only after arriving in Jindiwood did I finally begin to live authentically. And this—” She raised the license high, the light catching its gilded letters, “this is the most cherished possession I’ve held since embarking on this new journey.”

Micah’s fingers lightly grazed the ornate lettering, and a shiver of emotion coursed through him.

She had just declared that this marriage license was her most treasured item.

Could it be that this marriage—and he himself—held more significance for her than anything else in her life?

“Oriana, you were the one who put it in,” he reminded her gently.

“Alright,” she replied, her voice steadying as she approached the safe.

Standing beside her, Micah watched as she entered the code with careful precision. The way she focused, her brow slightly furrowed, made him admire her even more. Once she secured the marriage license within the safe, she closed the door, turning to find him grinning like a fool.

Her laughter bubbled up, uncontainable and bright.

So it wasn’t just her who tended to overthink things; it seemed he was just as prone to spiraling into his thoughts, perhaps even more so.

Hand in hand, they stepped out of the small, intimate room, the long corridor stretching ahead of them. Micah guided her back to her bedroom, the air thick with unspoken feelings.

“Rest well tonight. Good night,” he said softly, his voice laced with warmth.

“Okay, good night,” Oriana replied, a small smile playing on her lips. She turned to enter her room, feeling a mix of contentment and anticipation.

Just as she was about to close the door, a sudden tug on her wrist pulled her back.

A firm hand pressed against the back of her head, steady and reassuring.

Before she could even inhale sharply, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, overwhelming her senses.

Micah kept his eyes shut, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he kissed her with a mixture of cautious tenderness and deep, unyielding longing.

The surprise in Oriana’s wide eyes quickly transformed into a soft, sweet smile, her heart swelling with affection.

Tilting her face up, she wrapped her arms around his lean waist, kissing him back with all the fervor she could muster.

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In the bathroom, Oriana caught a glimpse of her slightly swollen lips in the mirror, frustration bubbling within her. She had finally given Zara, who had been eagerly awaiting gossip all evening, a juicy tidbit to chew on.

After recounting the series of clumsy incidents from that night, Zara nearly choked on her own spit.

“You confessed, and Micah just laid it all out there?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“It’s true! We just kissed, that’s all!” Oriana insisted, feeling her embarrassment rise.

“Yeah. You two held it for ten minutes straight. Kids in kindergarten play dirtier games than that. I’m so disappointed in you. I want to know all about your sweet moments, and this is all I get?” Zara groaned dramatically.

Oriana sighed, exasperated. “Don’t rush me. We just made it official. These things take time.”

“I don’t care! I want more. You’ve landed yourself a rare catch—handsome, wealthy, loyal, and ridiculously lovesick. You owe me some premium content,” Zara insisted, her enthusiasm infectious.

—

As the conversation wound down, Oriana hung up the phone, her cheeks still flushed. When she glanced back into the mirror, she noticed the pink hue creeping down her neck.

Some people drifted off into blissful dreams, while others were plagued by nightmares that haunted them throughout the night.

Meanwhile, James, after leaving the hospital, bombarded Corina with a barrage of apology texts.

One long message after another poured forth, each filled with remorse and regret, but every single one vanished into a void of silence.

Watching him grow increasingly haggard and frantic, Leo and Luna exchanged concerned glances before trying to console him.

“James, maybe Mr. Flint is just angry for now. Like before, once he cools off, things will return to normal,” Leo suggested, his tone soothing.

“Focus on the research. Produce solid results. That’s what Mr. Flint values most,” he added, hoping to redirect James’s spiraling thoughts.