My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 168

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 168**

“She’s young, stunningly beautiful, intelligent, gentle, considerate, and deeply respectful of her elders. Micah truly chose the ideal partner for himself!” Noah exclaimed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“What? Who are you talking about?” came the bewildered response.

“My grandson’s wife, of course!” Noah clarified, his excitement bubbling over.

“Whose wife are you referring to?”

“Micah’s wife!”

“Wait a minute, am I dreaming?”

Just as Noah sent that last message, the family group chat exploded into a frenzy. Relatives, many of whom had been lurking quietly, suddenly flooded the conversation, their reactions a cacophony of disbelief and curiosity. It was utter chaos, a whirlwind of exclamations and questions that filled the digital air.

Noah observed the scene with immense satisfaction. This was the culmination of over two decades of anticipation, and at last, the moment he had longed for had arrived!

A wave of triumph washed over him, a sense of vindication that he had never thought possible.

He had harbored concerns that if Micah didn’t invest enough energy into his relationship, Oriana might one day walk away. But now? The worry that had once gnawed at him was gone, replaced by a comforting sense of peace.

Yet, Noah felt the chat still lacked a certain level of excitement. Overflowing with pride, he decided to add another message. “Everyone, stop being so jealous! Oriana is truly exceptional!”

“Lucky Oriana has such refined taste—she and Micah are perfectly matched. Most people wouldn’t stand a chance against their bond!”

With that remark, Noah was clearly taking a dig at those relatives who had attempted to set Micah up with other women, all of whom had fallen short and subsequently complained about Micah’s distant demeanor.

If it weren’t for the need to uphold family honor, Noah would have been far more direct in his criticism.

“Take care of yourselves! When my beloved great-grandchild arrives, I’ll throw a grand celebration for all of you!”

After reveling in the family chat, Noah’s thoughts shifted to Oriana’s earlier message. He couldn’t contain his excitement and dashed over to the neighboring building, a broad grin plastered on his face as he knocked on Xander’s door.

“Oriana said thank you for the lychees!” he announced, bursting through the door without waiting for an invitation, treating the space as if it were his own.

Inside, he was greeted by the sight of Soren, who was also present.

Naturally, Soren had caught wind of Noah’s earlier boasting.

Lychees?

Luna had gone to great lengths to procure those from a specialty orchard, intending them as a gift for Xander. How had they ended up in the hands of another girl instead?

Suppressing his curiosity, Soren offered a polite nod. “Hello, Mr. Caldwell.”

“Mr. Boone! You’re here! Come, let me show you just how wonderful Micah’s wife is!” Noah exclaimed, extending his phone with an infectious enthusiasm.

“Look! Isn’t she incredible?”

Xander froze, a realization dawning on him, and he felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Noah, you’ve been bragging for days. Are you still at it?”

Noah’s annoyance flared. “Seriously? You don’t even have a picture of your own wife? Take one right now—make sure she looks stunning. I need it for Xander!”

Micah remained unfazed and simply hung up.

But Noah wasn’t worried in the slightest.

Micah was loyal and meticulous. The moment Noah mentioned Xander, Micah understood the importance of the request. He would never neglect his wife.

Before long, Oriana arrived home.

Micah stepped outside to greet her, raising his hands slightly to avoid any contact. “My hands are dirty,” he explained.

Oriana caught a whiff of the sweet lychee scent and, noting Micah’s posture, immediately comprehended the situation.

“You’re peeling the fruit?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Yeah. Dinner tonight will be fish and rice, almost finished. The lychees will come after,” he replied, his tone casual yet warm.

“Okay,” she said, her heart swelling with affection.

Oriana changed into fresh clothes and joined Micah in the task of peeling the lychees.

However, Micah gently sidestepped her efforts. “The shells are tough—don’t hurt your hands.”

Oriana glanced down at her own hands, now lightly calloused from her own labors, and then at Micah’s well-cared-for hands. For a fleeting moment, she found herself at a loss for words.