My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 27

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 27: Capturing Moments**

Had Oriana truly been waiting all this time for Grant to return and reconcile with her?

Did she even grasp how utterly misguided she was in this moment?

Grant couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been too accommodating to her over the past few days, which had only fueled her boldness.

He didn’t indulge in Luna’s pastry, opting instead to drain the glass of deep red wine in his hand, his expression taut with barely contained frustration.

“I’ll take you back after this,” Grant stated, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

A sly glimmer danced in Luna’s eyes, hinting at mischief.

Oriana assumed they would head straight back to their home, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited them there.

But she was caught off guard when they veered off toward city hall.

Oriana blinked in disbelief, ensuring she wasn’t imagining things. Was this really city hall? It was nighttime, and she couldn’t fathom why they would be here at such an hour.

‘Are they really open this late?’ Oriana wondered, her mind racing.

She was well aware that the first step upon arriving in Jindiwood was to obtain the marriage license. But showing up in the dead of night for that? It seemed utterly absurd.

Kieran, ever the dutiful assistant, had already stepped out to open the car door for them. “Mrs. Caldwell, don’t fret. Mr. Caldwell submitted a special request, so they’ll process everything tonight,” he assured her, his tone calm and professional.

Oriana felt a wave of disbelief wash over her.

This was all so nonsensical.

As she dazedly observed the staff welcoming them, it dawned on her that Micah’s status wasn’t ordinary.

Just as she prepared to exit the vehicle, a folder was suddenly thrust into her arms.

Looking up in confusion, Oriana found Micah speaking in a low, soothing voice, “These are my medical reports and asset statements.”

She instinctively shook her head, feeling a sense of urgency. “No need for that.”

“I have a responsibility to ensure your peace of mind. You deserve to know this,” Micah replied, his tone firm yet gentle.

Oriana found herself lost in thought.

From the moment they met, Micah had made it a point to keep her informed. He had even flown to Seabar just to pick her up. Even before they arrived at the city hall, he had meticulously prepared all the necessary paperwork, each detail reflecting his unwavering care and consideration for her.

Oriana shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts swirling in her mind. Perhaps this was simply Micah’s natural courtesy and sophistication. She shouldn’t read too much into it.

“Be careful, I’ll help you,” Oriana said, her voice steady as she gathered her thoughts.

Kieran had already mingled with the staff ahead, leaving Oriana to navigate the situation with Micah.

As she nervously shifted to the other side of the car to assist him, she noticed Kieran opening his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself, sensing that Micah probably had some other plan in mind for Oriana. It was best to remain silent.

The car was parked outside, the office closed for the night. They had to enter through a back door, which felt both secretive and thrilling.

As they walked down a short, pitch-black path, Oriana stepped on a loose stone and nearly lost her footing. Micah reacted swiftly, his hand steadying her with a firm grip.

Regaining her balance, Oriana patted her chest, her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her.

“Almost made you fall,” she said, her voice a mix of relief and embarrassment.

“No problem, just be more careful,” Micah replied, his voice calm and reassuring.

In that fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and Oriana’s heart raced.

His eyes were stunning, a light brown with an almost glassy depth that captivated her.

Even without a clear focus, in that instant of connection, he seemed to see right into her soul. Oriana felt herself getting lost in the depths of his gaze, a magnetic pull she couldn’t resist.

“Please face me for the photo first. After your paperwork, you can take more at the front for social media,” the photographer interrupted, breaking the spell with a cheerful smile.

Flustered, Oriana quickly turned away, her heart pounding.

She had just been caught stealing glances at his passport, and now it felt as if the photographer had exposed her secret.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she wished she could vanish into the ground.

She thought she even heard Micah chuckle softly beside her, which only heightened her embarrassment.

Avoiding his gaze, she felt the heat radiating from her cheeks.

“That’s fine. Go ahead,” Micah said, stepping in to save her from the awkward moment.

The photographer chuckled, observing the couple in front of him. The bride’s cheeks were rosy with embarrassment, while the groom’s ears took on a slight pink hue, shy yet affectionate.

“Okay, both of you look at the camera on three: two, one—” he instructed, capturing the moment.

With the marriage license in hand, Oriana opened it for a brief glance before quickly closing it again, her face burning with embarrassment.

Noticing her movement, Micah turned slightly and asked, “Was the photo not good?”

Oriana’s heart raced at the thought of their shared moment, and she could only hope the memory would linger long after this night was over.