My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 148

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 148**
**Chapter 148 Helping Out**

“Keep hiding in there, and I’m coming in!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the narrow hallway.

“Sir, please stop your rude behavior,” a voice responded, laced with a hint of desperation.

“What? My girlfriend is in there and won’t come out—can’t I be concerned?” he retorted, his frustration bubbling over.

“Sir, please calm down. If you need assistance, we can—”

“Assistance my ass! Get out, get out, don’t block my way!” he interrupted, his tone sharp and aggressive.

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Inside the small room, the girl, who had just begun to regain her composure, felt the tears welling up again. “I’m not. I don’t know him! I’m not his girlfriend!” she sobbed, her voice quaking with fear.

Oriana, her gaze piercing and unyielding, narrowed her eyes at the girl. “Give me the ring,” she commanded, her voice steady and firm.

Like a hot potato, the girl quickly relinquished the ring, her hands trembling as she did so.

“I don’t want it,” Oriana replied coolly, her expression unreadable.

“Remember this,” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone, “there’s no free lunch in life. If you want something, you earn it yourself. Rely on others, and you may pay an even higher price.”

With that, Oriana closed her hand around the ring, a symbol of her resolve, and began walking out of the room. The girl watched her leave, her mouth agape, stunned by the encounter.

Outside, the argument escalated.

Oriana swung the door open with a swift motion, causing both parties to freeze in their tracks.

Henley’s eyes immediately found her, his initial expectation of seeing the girl he had been pursuing flickering for a moment. But upon closer inspection of Oriana’s cool, striking features, he couldn’t help but whistle, his lecherous grin returning. “Miss, have you seen my girlfriend?” he asked, pushing slightly into the doorway, attempting to force his way past her.

Oriana raised a hand, a clear barrier between them.

Henley’s gaze sharpened, scrutinizing her face more intently, particularly her eyes and brows. There was something about her that felt oddly familiar—perhaps she resembled a celebrity?

Oriana raised the ring, her voice steady and unwavering. “Harassment in public spaces, obstructing others, can be punished by up to five years imprisonment.”

Henley glanced at the ring she held, then back at her face, his bravado faltering momentarily.

“Whoa, reciting the law already? But, Miss, I just had a little disagreement with my girlfriend. Isn’t prison a bit extreme?” he chuckled, trying to downplay the situation.

“Do you have proof she’s your girlfriend?” Oriana pressed, her tone unyielding.

“The ring in your hand isn’t proof enough?” he laughed arrogantly, as if daring her to take action.

Oriana’s tone hardened, her eyes narrowing. “Name, height, phone number, home address. Go ahead.”

“I just thought in public, he wouldn’t get anything out of it,” Oriana explained, her voice softening as she noticed the tight crease between his brows.

Seeing the worry etched on his face, she added, “I’ll be careful next time.”

Finally, the commotion at the door gave the girl the courage to step out. She sobbed again, her shoulders trembling, clearly shaken by the ordeal.

“Thank you, I—” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oriana reached out, gently patting her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. Don’t panic.”

“This is our dispute, not yours. Go home and be safe,” Oriana reassured her, her voice soothing.

The girl, tears streaming down her cheeks, grasped Oriana’s hand with trembling fingers. “Thank you, really, thank you so much.”

Micah frowned again, slightly displeased that he hadn’t fully regained control of Oriana’s hand. After a flurry of grateful words from the girl, she caught Henley’s menacing glare and fled, terror evident in her eyes.

Micah quietly reclaimed Oriana’s hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “Wash up, then let’s eat. Kieran will handle it.”

“Okay,” she replied, nodding, feeling a sense of safety in his presence.

Oriana handed the ring to Kieran, briefly explaining the situation, entrusting him to resolve it while she focused on the aftermath.

Henley watched them leave, frustration and resentment burning within him. He barely had a moment to glare before Kieran pressed him back down, his voice cold and commanding. “Looking? That’s not for you. Stay put.”