My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 205

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 205: Care**

“Ugh, it’s just relentless! Every single day, she pesters me about getting transferred to Jindiwood—it’s enough to drive anyone up the wall!”

Oriana let out a snort, her laughter mingling with Zara’s as they shared a moment of camaraderie.

Zara, ever the dramatist, pouted as if her world had crumbled. “Well, of course! I would much prefer to return to Jindiwood alongside Oriana. It’s way better there!”

Darius Radcliffe, with a teasing glint in his eye, pointed a finger at Zara, mock frustration etched on his face. “And what about you, huh? Oriana has her entire life and career anchored in Jindiwood—what’s your excuse?”

Zara, undeterred, lifted her chin defiantly, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Dad, you have a branch in Jindiwood! Come on, just hurry up and transfer me already!”

“Alright, alright, my little princess. I’ll get it done. But do you really think it’s a walk in the park to find a suitable position for you? I’ve aged a decade worrying about it!”

“Then save those gray hairs and make it happen, will you?” Zara shot back, her tone teasing yet earnest.

“Hey, you cheeky girl,” Darius laughed, shaking his head.

“Enough of this banter, you two! Oriana must be famished. Come on inside and let’s eat!” Willa Radcliffe greeted them warmly as they stepped into the cozy embrace of their home.

Oriana observed the playful bickering with a heart full of admiration and warmth. The lightness of the moment enveloped her, a reminder of the family love surrounding her.

Zara slid into the seat next to Oriana, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she urged her to sample everything on the table. Soon enough, a veritable mountain of dishes loomed before Oriana, each one more tempting than the last.

As she attempted to push some of the food away, laughter erupted. “Stop, stop! I can’t possibly eat all of this!”

Finally, Willa seized the moment to broach a topic that had been lingering in the air. “Oriana, I heard from Zara that you’ve already registered your marriage in Jindiwood? That was quite the whirlwind!”

Oriana swallowed a bite, her heart racing slightly at the inquiry. “Yes, Mrs. Radcliffe. I took care of that on my very first day in Jindiwood. We were brought together through a matchmaking arrangement.”

Darius and Willa had always held a fondness for her, and so Oriana felt comfortable being forthright.

“I see. Initially, Darius and I thought it was all happening a bit too quickly, but Zara reassured us that your husband treats you well and that you two have grown quite close. That certainly eases our minds.”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. and Mrs. Radcliffe. My husband and I truly get along splendidly.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Willa replied, her smile warm and nostalgic. “You’ve always had such a gentle spirit. Family support can really bolster your confidence. I remember when you and Zara were just little girls, attending art classes together. You both would draw your dreams for the future—Zara with her chaotic scribbles of food, fun, and her handsome Mr. Micah. He must have felt dizzy just trying to make sense of it all.”

“What?! You and your husband actually shared a bed all night, and nothing happened? Wow, he must be something else!”

Oriana found herself overwhelmed by Zara’s relentless questioning. She confessed to the necessary details, though she carefully sidestepped the more intimate aspects of her relationship.

Zara, ever the enthusiastic friend, gave a thumbs-up, her eyes sparkling with approval. “Your husband is truly a gentleman—a real legend!”

Oriana felt her face flush again, a wave of shyness washing over her. Noticing Zara’s exaggerated reaction, she couldn’t help but ask more.

“I read somewhere that holding back for too long isn’t good for your health—is that really true?”

“Absolutely,” Zara replied without a moment’s hesitation.

Seeing the look of confusion still lingering on Oriana’s face, Zara glanced around, then pointed at a light switch on the wall. “Look, if I kept flipping this on and off repeatedly, do you think it would break? Cold, lifeless things can’t handle it; how could a living person endure that?”

Zara stroked her chin thoughtfully, her expression serious. “Oriana, you need to be cautious. If you don’t handle things right, and something goes awry with your husband later on, even the smallest mishap could haunt you for the rest of your life, and you’d regret it forever.”

Oriana’s cheeks flared with heat as she grappled with the weight of Zara’s words. “But he’s never brought it up—”