My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 The Explanation

Micah looked puzzled. “Why?”

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Oriana poked her head out and saw the bedsheets fluttering in the breeze. She forced a bitter smile. “Why did you hang my sheets outside after washing them?”

Micah’s expression went slightly awkward. “I dirtied them. You like that sun–dried smell–if I hung them now, they’d get full sun by tomorrow morning.”

He was closer to her than ever before; in a half–sleep haze, he’d misread the morning, and only after waking that afternoon had he hurried to clean up. Sensing her urgency to rush out, Micah tightened his arms around her and asked again, “What’s wrong?”

Oriana told him about the posts and the livestreams. “You should take them down right away,” she said.

Micah’s brow lifted. “Let them be,” he murmured.

He turned her toward him, lifted a hand to find her cheek, and instinctively leaned in. He muttered, “We said tonight would be fine.”

Oriana suddenly remembered seeing multiple people livestreaming

outside and clapped both hands over his approaching face. “There are a lot of people downstairs watching. Can they see inside from there?” 2

That didn’t stop Micah from making up for that missing morning kiss. “Chubby, close the curtains,” he ordered.

At his word, two long white sheers slid together across their track and met at the center, blocking the view of the room completely. “Better,” he said.

Oriana hesitated. “Wait–I’ve had a long day. Maybe I should wash my face first-”

Micah gave her no more chances to stall. He got what he wanted, a proper stolen compensation.

Only a day ago, she’d teased that he was innocent and inexperienced; in a single day, he’d somehow become more adept.

His pressure and angle had new, precise variations. It was still exploratory–not overwhelming or forceful–but Micah clearly wanted more than casual kissing.

He moved from her flushed lips to kiss the tip of her nose, the hollows under her eyes, the

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ridge of her brows–everywhere patiently explored.

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He ended by nuzzling and nibbling her earlobe until Oriana grew lightheaded and melted into his arms; her whole car felt hot and buzzing.

Finally, a small rumble of hunger escaped her. Micah pulled back first, deliberately self–restraining, though his eyes still held a bright, lingering want. “Hungry? What do you want

to eat?”

Oriana opened her mouth; a spontaneous thought slipped out. “Something cold.”

Micah considered. “A smoothie bowl, okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll look up a recipe.”

“Good. Rest a bit. No rush.”

She did need a moment–kissing had left her a little soft all over. Half an hour later, two simple smoothie bowls were on the table, half an egg each, and a few slices of ham. The dinner was plain, but pleasant. While they ate, Oriana asked about the earlier events. Micah told her everything honestly; he hadn’t hidden anything.

He moved quickly in thought and guessed, “Grant came to see you, didn’t he?”

She took a big bite of the bowl, the cool yolk easing into her stomach. She answered frankly, “At first I didn’t notice, but he kept coming at me. I had to kick him so he couldn’t stand, then he finally stopped.”

Oriana didn’t know Micah had been watching her moods in the background. Seeing that she hadn’t been emotionally shaken, he relaxed. Still, he felt guilty. “I should have warned you.”

“It’s okay. In a way, it worked out,” she said.

Oriana lifted her right hand and waved it in front of him, then pulled it back–because she’d remembered he couldn’t see. “I slapped Grant. I didn’t expect Luna to show up. She grabbed my arm and kept begging me not to hit Grant, saying if I had to hit someone, I should hit her instead. So I hit her.”

She smiled wryly, “Three slaps. Felt good.”

Micah put his fork down and cupped her palm. “Does it hurt? Next time you want to hit someone, tell me.”

Oriana turned, incredulous. “Tell you? For you to go hit them?”

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Micah hadn’t meant it that way at first, but after thinking a beat, he reluctantly nodded. “Okay, I could do that.”

Oriana sighed inwardly. She couldn’t picture Micah–so composed and gentle–actually roughing someone up. She pulled her hand back, ruffled his hair, and kept cating.

“Grant said he was going to be with Luna to honor her wishes. He said Luna has early–stage stomach cancer,” Oriana added.

Micah said lightly, “Karma has a way of coming around.”

“I don’t think so.” Oriana shook her head. “From what I know of Luna, if she were seriously ill, everyone would know. She’d make everyone bend to her will and throw herself completely into treatment–not go on pretending life is the same.”

“I’ll have Kieran check,” Micah said, already moving. His decisiveness showed–he called Chubby over to make some inquiries.

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