My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 228

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 228**
**Chapter 228: The Jealous Craftsman**

As he spoke, Micah shifted closer, settling down beside Oriana, his presence a comforting yet commanding force.

But just as the moment seemed to deepen, a voice sliced through the atmosphere like a winter chill. “That won’t be necessary.”

Micah’s expression turned to ice, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “She may not know how, but I can teach her.”

The shop owner froze in place, his eyes darting to Micah’s dark sunglasses, an involuntary shiver running down his spine. “You sure? Wouldn’t it be kind of… difficult for you?”

An awkward silence enveloped the room, the air thickening with tension, making it feel as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.

Oriana, sensing the unease, quickly interjected, her voice warm and reassuring. “It’s fine. Let my husband do it. He knows how to control the pressure. It won’t be hard for him.”

The shop owner blinked in disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “You two are married?”

Micah, still maintaining his cold demeanor, shot back, “What, we don’t look like it?”

There’s a certain unspoken tension that exists between men, a palpable energy that can shift the mood in an instant.

Micah exuded an air of fierce confidence, his jaw clenched tightly, and his barely concealed anger radiating from him like heat from a flame. He was the kind of man who commanded respect and made it clear that crossing him would be a grave mistake.

The owner let out a nervous chuckle, attempting to ease the palpable discomfort. “No, no, you two are a perfect match, honestly. I was just surprised because you both look so young, and you’re not wearing any couple rings or anything… I assumed maybe you were still dating or something.”

“Well then, if you’re married, of course your husband should do it. That works best,” he stammered, quickly backing away a few steps, eager to give them some space.

Micah remained impassive as Oriana helped him settle down behind her, her gentle touch a soothing balm against his annoyance.

She could sense the frustration simmering beneath the surface, so she squeezed his arm softly, her voice laced with affection. “Come on, don’t be mad. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

Micah grumbled in response, “He actually thinks we don’t look like a married couple.”

Oriana couldn’t help but chuckle, a lightness in her tone. “Didn’t he also say we just look young?”

“No, it’s because we’re not wearing anything that shows we’re close,” Micah replied, pressing his lips together, his sulky tone a rare glimpse into his vulnerability.

In a moment of surprising determination, he muttered, “We’re going to the mall after this. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, clothes, shoes—we’re getting everything.”

Oriana turned to him, slightly taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. “Are you serious?”

Micah nodded firmly, his gaze intense. “I want everyone to know we’re married. You have a husband.”

He wanted to make it abundantly clear that Oriana was off-limits, a declaration that no one else should dare entertain any thoughts about her.

He had believed that with Grant out of the picture, there would be no more threats to their relationship.

But today had been a stark reminder that Oriana’s beauty and brilliance would always attract attention, and he felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him.

In his heart, their shopping trip held a higher priority, an escape from the pressures of the world outside.

Jett, sharp as ever, broke through the tension with his next question. “Micah, who are you with right now?”

Oriana, startled by the sudden inquiry, quickly withdrew her hand.

Micah replied with a hint of pride, “My wife.”

“Ah, Oriana’s with you? You guys are out on a date? Man, sorry to ruin that. Hey, why doesn’t she come with you? Once you’re done, you can go right back to your date!”

The suggestion struck a chord with Micah. Something clicked in his mind, and he found himself agreeing, albeit reluctantly. “Alright.”

Before Oriana could even voice her thoughts, Micah had already made the decision for her. Once the call ended, she tugged on his sleeve, her expression hesitant. “Maybe I should just head home and wait? It might be awkward if I go to the center.”

Micah turned to her, taking her hand in his with a gentle grip. “What, Mrs. Caldwell doesn’t want to see where I work?”

“I do, but… wouldn’t I be in the way?” she replied, concern lacing her voice.

She had heard the frantic tone in Jett’s voice, realizing how desperate they must have been to pull Micah away from their plans.

Micah lifted her hand, brushing it against his lips with a tenderness that made her heart flutter.

He kissed her softly, inhaling her sweet scent, as if he could draw strength from her presence.