My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 155

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 155**
**Chapter 155 The Reveal**

“Oriana is back!”

The announcement echoed through the room like a sudden gust of wind, and Noah’s eyes immediately found her figure entering from a distance. His heart skipped a beat, but just as quickly, his gaze shifted to Micah, who was ensconced comfortably in the single sofa, his demeanor as unreadable as ever. Noah couldn’t help but let out an exaggerated sigh, the kind that spoke volumes of his disappointment.

“I thought you finally made some progress, but it seems you couldn’t even keep Oriana around for a single nap. What a waste of the perfect opportunity I gave you,” he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Micah remained silent, his expression a blank canvas, giving nothing away.

Noah, unable to resist the urge to poke fun, shuffled a few steps closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “How about you stay the night, huh? You can head back tomorrow, nice and refreshed?”

“She has to get up an hour earlier if she stays here. It’s too far from the hospital,” Micah replied, his tone flat and unyielding.

Noah rolled his eyes dramatically. “You really know how to kill a mood, you know that?”

But the moment Oriana stepped through the door, the air shifted. Noah’s grumbling faded into nothingness, replaced by a bright smile that lit up his entire face like a lantern glowing in the dark.

“Oriana! You must be starving! Albert, please inform the kitchen to serve dinner immediately.”

Albert, ever the dutiful servant, bowed slightly. “Yes, sir.”

As they gathered around the dining table, the maids began to bring in a parade of dishes, each one more colorful and aromatic than the last. It was evident that this meal had been meticulously planned, and Noah felt a swell of pride as he surveyed the spread.

“All these vegetables came from my little garden,” he announced, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “You won’t find produce like this anywhere else. Dig in, Oriana! And when you head home tonight, take some with you. They’ll last you a few days. If you enjoy them, I’ll have Albert send over more next time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Caldwell,” Oriana replied, her voice warm with appreciation.

As she took her first bite, her eyes lit up with delight. The flavors were crisp and delicate, a sweetness that far surpassed anything she had ever purchased in the bustling city.

Seeing her relish his cooking filled Noah’s chest with an indescribable joy. He was already concocting plans in his mind to tear down the empty cottage next to the garden, dreaming of expanding it to grow even more vegetables year-round.

Midway through the meal, a thought struck him. “Oh, right, Oriana, the man who lives in the back villa—his name is Xander Stone.”

The name rang out like a bell, echoing in the air. It was a name known throughout the country; no one could claim ignorance of it.

Oriana felt as if the ground had shifted beneath her. Her fork slipped from her fingers, clattering against the plate. “Mr. Stone?”

Though she had been just a child when Xander retired, his legendary achievements had been the subject of many conversations. Yet, she couldn’t quite remember what he looked like.

Micah, ever composed, retrieved her fallen fork and passed it to a maid before offering Oriana a clean one.

Micah, for a fleeting moment, looked taken aback.

Oriana gently patted Noah’s back, as if to comfort him, her smile brightening the moment. “I actually had a feeling the moment I saw you. You seemed familiar somehow—but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I went into Micah’s room and spotted that photograph of you two on the wall.”

Noah felt a rush of embarrassment wash over him. He had let his guard down!

For the first time that day, he felt genuinely flustered, his cheeks warming with a deep flush.

“Oriana, I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just—”

His words stumbled over each other, tangled in his throat as he struggled to find a coherent explanation.

Noah was overwhelmed with a mix of guilt and confusion.

“I know you were just worried about me and Micah,” Oriana said softly, her voice soothing. “You’re the closest family he has. I get it—protectiveness can sometimes lead us to be a bit less than honest. I don’t blame you.”

“Honestly, it was me who was impolite. I should’ve come to you sooner,” Noah admitted, his heart aching with regret.

“Oriana, don’t say that. I know it wasn’t easy for you. You didn’t marry Micah out of pure desire; it was complicated. Even if things could have been different, it wouldn’t have meant anything else,” he said, a bittersweet smile gracing his lips, his eyes glistening with emotion. “But now that you actually care about each other, the fact that you came because you wanted to—that means the world to me. That’s what makes us a real family.”