My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 227

**Chapter 227: The Brothers’ Divide**

“Just because she chooses not to engage in arguments doesn’t imply she’s afraid of confrontation,” Micah stated, his voice steady and unwavering.

Kenny found himself momentarily taken aback. He mulled over Micah’s words, and it struck him—there was a certain logic to it, but still…

“But come on, she can’t just stay silent all the time, can she? I mean, at least she could yell at them or something!” Kenny protested, his brow furrowing in concern.

Micah shrugged, his expression calm. “That’s simply not her nature. She doesn’t feel the need to expend her energy on people who are insignificant to her.”

Kenny felt a surge of frustration bubbling inside him.

“Then what am I here for? I mean, is this really my role?” he asked, his voice trailing off as the realization dawned.

Micah didn’t refute it; the silence that followed was telling enough.

Kenny stood there, momentarily speechless. A mix of emotions swirled within him—anger, confusion, but mostly, an unwavering loyalty to his brother. How could he possibly be upset? He was a certified simp for Micah—his dedication ran deep, almost spiritual.

Sensing the shift in Kenny’s mood, Micah offered him a small smile. “Kenny, you did well this time.”

Kenny’s heart soared, as if the sun had suddenly broken through a cloudy sky.

“You actually praised me? You really did! I knew I was being clever when I swooped in to grab Stormwind before things went south. If she had seen that horse get hurt, she might have thrown a fit right there!”

The thought of it painted a vivid, unsettling picture in Micah’s mind, darkening his features.

“I would never let that happen,” he muttered, his protective instincts flaring.

“But still, the Sterlings totally played us. Double the price? It’s like giving them money for nothing,” Kenny complained, frustration seeping into his tone.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure they pay for it,” Micah replied, his voice low and almost conspiratorial.

Kenny barely caught the meaning behind his brother’s words, and just as he opened his mouth to inquire further, Micah cut him off.

“Head back first. I’ll be out of here soon.”

“Come on, Micah, can’t I stick around a bit longer?” Kenny pleaded, his eyes wide with hope.

“If you’re just here to watch me and Oriana get all cozy, be my guest,” Micah shot back, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

That jab stung more than he expected.

Kenny’s expression shifted to that of a lonely, forsaken puppy, his eyes pleading as he looked at Micah.

Unfortunately, Micah didn’t even spare him a glance, his focus elsewhere.

He had the perfect excuse—he was “visually impaired,” allowing him to ignore anyone without a hint of guilt.

With a heavy heart, Kenny shuffled out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

As soon as he left, Oriana peeked out from the bathroom, her eyes darting around cautiously.

Micah shook his head, amusement dancing in his gaze. “Were you hiding because you find him annoying, or are you actually scared of him?”

Oriana approached the bed, choosing her words with care. “I’d say it’s more about… keeping the kings apart.”

With a welcoming smile, he approached them. “Here for some hands-on work? What would you like to create?”

Oriana replied, “We’re both new to this. What’s something easy for beginners?”

He chuckled lightly, explaining, “Most people start with mugs or simple tableware. Adding painted patterns and colors can be trickier, but we can help you finish them off if you’d like.”

Oriana nodded enthusiastically before turning to Micah. “How about we make mugs? It carries a lovely meaning.”

A mug, a symbol of togetherness for a lifetime.

Micah gave an approving nod. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Choosing a simple design from the samples the owner provided, they donned aprons and settled in front of the clay wheels.

The owner guided them from the side, “Begin by shaping the clay roughly. Establish the form first, then you can expand it outward.”

“Exactly! This gentleman is doing great—he’s already got the shape down,” he added, beaming at Micah.

Micah picked it up quickly. Despite being novices, he managed to create a solid shape on his first attempt.

Oriana, on the other hand, found herself struggling. She pressed too hard the first time, turning her clay into a lumpy disaster.

On her second attempt, she didn’t apply enough pressure, and the base wobbled precariously before it could take form.

The owner chuckled, stepping closer. “Let me guide your hands. You need to feel the right pressure.”