My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 198

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 198**
**CONTENT: Chapter 198 Guilt**

“Are you completely out of your mind?!” Niamh’s voice was a whirlwind of frustration, echoing through the phone as she struggled to keep her composure. “My father and I have poured our hearts and souls into raising you for this very moment—the moment you would step up and embrace this responsibility! If you back down now, how on earth do you expect to stand a chance against Micah? That lunatic is not fit to run the entire company! Who else in the Caldwell family could possibly compete for this inheritance if not you?”

Kenny’s response was immediate, his voice low and resonant. “Micah isn’t a lunatic—he’s a genius!” His words hung in the air, charged with emotion.

“And he doesn’t even care about the company! He’s off pursuing his own career!” Niamh shot back, her frustration boiling over.

“I don’t care either!” Kenny’s voice broke through the line, sharp and final. With that, he ended the call, slamming the phone down with a mix of anger and resignation. When Niamh attempted to reach out again, he simply blocked her number, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on his chest.

As the day wore on, Oriana slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the shadows of the evening wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. The soft glow of the setting sun streamed through the diamond-shaped window, illuminating the figure beside her bed. Micah sat there, an oasis of calm, gently fanning her with a small bamboo fan, his presence both serene and solitary.

Oriana stirred, her mind still hazy from dreams that danced just out of reach. “Micah?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“You’re awake,” he replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I was just about to call you.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she felt a cool breeze brush against her skin, invigorating yet gentle. Her gaze shifted to the air conditioner above, where she adjusted the airflow, then her eyes fell on the delicate bamboo fan he held. As she drew closer, a subtle, refreshing fragrance wafted from it, soothing and pleasant, like a soft whisper of nature.

“Why are you using that?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

“That night when I stayed in your room,” he began, his voice softening, “I noticed you seemed to get cold at first, then too hot under the covers. I didn’t have a blanket that was just right—most of them were moved to the apartment. I didn’t want you to overheat or feel chilly, so I set a moderate temperature and gave you a bit of airflow. I thought it might help you feel more comfortable.”

Oriana blinked, a wave of warmth washing over her. She instinctively touched the area beneath her chin, where she often felt the chill. But today, she felt perfectly at ease—no sweat, no heat. Looking up at Micah, she was genuinely touched, her heart swelling with appreciation.

“Micah, you’re so good to me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

The question slipped from her lips before she could think better of it, leaving her feeling vulnerable.

Micah paused, momentarily taken aback. “Why would you ask that?” he replied, his brow furrowing slightly.

He quickly regained his composure, his expression softening as he reached out, his fingers gently caressing the sleep-marked skin of her cheek. The touch lingered, filled with a tenderness that made Oriana’s heart flutter.

“Making you happy is more than enough for me. How could it ever be tiring? Even if it takes more effort, I’ll do it willingly. Everything I do comes from my heart, from where my feelings guide me.”

To Oriana, his words wrapped around her like a giant, fluffy cloud of cotton candy—sweet, soft, and utterly irresistible. One taste, and the sweetness spread through her, filling her with warmth and joy, leaving her utterly captivated.

She knew that if she didn’t confront it, she’d never find peace. She wasn’t as strong as she liked to believe.

Taking a deep breath, Micah paused, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. “Yes, there’s a secret in there. Did Kenny tell you it’s about the woman I love most in my life?”

“Yes,” Oriana replied, her heart racing.

“Do you know who she is?”

Instinctively, she wanted to respond with a simple, “I don’t know.”

But then Micah released her slightly, his gaze, usually unfocused, suddenly sharpened, locking onto her with intensity.

Her mind went blank for a heartbeat, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, “Is it me?”

Micah exhaled in relief, his entire body relaxing as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He rested his forehead against hers, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Oriana, you haven’t disappointed me.”