My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 200

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 200: Luna’s Treat**

Micah inhaled deeply, masking his unease beneath a veneer of indifference. “Nothing to worry about. Let’s head downstairs,” he said, his voice steady but his mind racing.

Oriana, however, was not easily swayed by his facade. “You don’t look well at all. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” she pressed, her concern evident in the way her brow furrowed slightly.

“Just a bit dizzy from sitting for too long,” he replied, attempting to sound casual. “I’m fine now.” But as he spoke, he could feel a lingering lightheadedness that he hoped would soon pass.

Oriana remained skeptical, her instinct telling her that something was amiss. She reached for his hand, gently checking his pulse, her fingers warm against his skin. Only when she felt a steady rhythm did she allow herself to relax a fraction.

The two of them spent the evening in their cozy room, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the walls with hues of orange and pink. They talked, laughed, and shared stories, their voices mingling like the gentle breeze outside, until the darkness enveloped them completely.

When they finally made their way downstairs to the dining room, they found Noah and Kenny already seated at the table, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. Noah’s grin was wide, stretching from one ear to the other as he caught sight of them.

“Look who finally decided to join us! Haha, no pressure if you need more rest—you can always sleep a little longer,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Oriana felt her cheeks flush, acutely aware of Noah’s playful insinuation. She stammered, unsure of how to respond, and ultimately chose silence, which only added to her embarrassment.

Kenny, ever the provocateur, noticed her hesitation and couldn’t contain himself. His rainbow-colored hair seemed to shimmer with frustration as he thrust his fork into his plate. “You still won’t admit you’re after Micah’s looks! You’re so busy fawning over him that you can’t even eat!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with mockery.

The words struck Oriana like a bolt of lightning, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Before she could muster a retort, Noah intervened, swiftly knocking the fork out of Kenny’s hand. “Eat in silence, sleep in silence—just shut your mouth!” he ordered, his tone firm yet protective.

Turning back to Oriana, Noah softened his expression, offering her a gentle smile that felt like a balm to her flustered nerves. “Oriana, the kitchen made strawberry yogurt with the strawberries you picked. If you like it, you should take some back with you,” he suggested, his voice warm and inviting.

“Thank you, Mr. Caldwell,” Oriana replied, her voice more composed now, a hint of gratitude lacing her words.

Meanwhile, Kenny, feeling the sting of being singled out, began to shovel food into his mouth as if he were trying to consume his frustrations.

Suddenly, a plate with a succulent piece of chicken thigh appeared in front of him, courtesy of Micah.

Kenny froze mid-bite, his eyes widening in disbelief as he followed the fork back to its source. “Micah, did you just share this with me?” he asked, astonishment dancing in his voice.

“Eat more,” Micah replied, his demeanor calm and collected.

“Aaah! Micah, this is the first time you’ve personally shared food with me! I’m so happy! I’ll eat it all. Thank you, Micah. I love it!” Kenny exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy, resembling a small, ecstatic puppy who had just received a prized bone, eagerly gnawing at his unexpected treasure.

“Probably,” another replied. “Everyone’s paths are different—some are heading to grad school, others are assigned to hospitals out of province, and people like Luna are already in Jindiwood. It’ll be tough to get everyone together!”

“Then let’s make one last meet-up while we’re all still around!” another suggested.

“I agree! Everyone has to come! After all, we’ve been classmates for four years!” someone chimed in.

“Alright, I’ll make sure I’m there!” came a quick response.

“Wait, what about Luna and Oriana? They’re both in Jindiwood, right?”

The vice-class monitor tagged them, her voice ringing with excitement. “Luna, Oriana, when are you coming back to Seabar? We’ll wait for you!”

Oriana glanced at her screen, uncertainty creeping in as she pondered her response.

Then Luna added her voice to the conversation. “Wow, thanks everyone for understanding! I’m really touched and grateful. I actually have a plan to go back to Seabar next week. My dad’s friend just opened a new horse ranch there, and I have to support it. How about we hold the reunion there? I’ll take care of the venue and costs. One last time—we’ll have a blast!”

Luna’s generous offer to reserve the entire place sent a wave of excitement through the group, and cheers erupted from everyone involved.