My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 242

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 242**

Micah, the cool and aloof president, was a vision transformed. There he stood, a man who typically cast a shadow of indifference over everyone around him, now adorned with a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It was as if he had shed his usual armor of stoicism, revealing a side that was teasing and lighthearted—much like an ordinary lover sharing a moment of joy.

The manager, caught in a whirlwind of disbelief, dared to glance at Micah once more, as if to confirm the reality of the situation. Was this truly the Micah Caldwell he had known?

“Mr. Caldwell, Mrs. Caldwell,” the manager began, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and nervousness, “since Stormwind’s arrival, we have reserved the special care wing exclusively for her. She’s the only horse in there, so she’ll have complete peace and won’t be disturbed. Additionally, we’ve assigned two of our finest handlers to ensure her daily care and training are nothing short of exceptional.”

“Thank you,” Oriana replied, her voice warm and sincere. “That’s incredibly thoughtful of you.”

Flustered, the manager waved his hands dismissively, as if trying to downplay his own efforts. “Mrs. Caldwell, you’re far too kind. It was Mr. Caldwell who personally insisted that Stormwind, being your cherished companion, deserves the utmost care on the farm.”

Oriana felt a surge of warmth as she tightened her grip around Micah’s hand. Even when he appeared distant, he was always quietly orchestrating everything around them, ensuring their happiness and comfort.

As they strolled through the feed area, a familiar sound floated to Oriana’s ears—a soft, slightly sulky whinny that tugged at her heartstrings. It was Stormwind’s voice, spirited yet imbued with a gentle, girlish lilt that reminded her so much of Pebble. For a fleeting moment, the two horses seemed to merge into one, each echoing the other’s essence.

Restless and bored, Stormwind was pacing in circles, her hooves tapping lightly against the ground, occasionally letting out an impatient snort.

But as Oriana drew nearer, Stormwind halted mid-stride, her ears perked up like twin antennas, and she lifted her head, inhaling deeply as if trying to catch Oriana’s scent. Her vision wasn’t the best, and she squinted for several seconds, trying to make sense of the figure approaching her. Once recognition dawned, she tossed her head back in indignation, as if to express her displeasure at the long and bumpy journey that had brought her here. With a huff, she turned her backside toward Oriana, swishing her glossy tail as if to say, ‘How dare you keep me waiting!’

Oriana couldn’t suppress a laugh, despite the ridiculousness of the situation.

Oriana blinked in disbelief. “What?”

Micah, ever composed, stood with an air of cool dignity, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “It injured you,” he stated evenly. “Consider this a small punishment.”

The sheer absurdity of his words struck Oriana, causing a whirlwind of emotions to clash within her—a desire to laugh mingled with a need to cry. She gave his hand a sharp pinch, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Are you sure Stormwind understands this so-called punishment?”

Unfazed, Micah replied, “Whether she understands or not, she’ll remember the taste.”

Oriana felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear. The stable hands were watching, their curiosity palpable, and she could practically feel their eyes on her, waiting for the next act in this unexpected drama.