My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 Goodnight Kiss

Oriana quickly reached out to cover Zara’s mouth before her friend could blurt out anything even more outrageous.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Alston Grand.

Back in the familiar hotel room, Zara sprawled across the bed the instant she saw it. She wrapped herself in the blanket like a cocoon, smacked her lips contentedly, and drifted right back to sleep.

Oriana slipped off her shoes, removed her makeup, and changed into a soft silk nightgown.

Only after finishing her routine did she glance at the clock–nearly midnight.

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “Micah!”

She hurried to the outer room and dug through her coat pocket for her phone.

As expected, several unread voice messages awaited her–all from Micah, sent one after another over the past hour.

“Have you reached the hotel?”

“You ate a lot of passion fruit ribs for dinner. You might get acid reflux later. Have something light before bed–maybe seafood noodles from the hotel kitchen.”

“Is Zara hard to take care of? Should I ask the hotel staff to help? Or send some meds?”

“Did you forget to pack a change of clothes? Should I bring some for you?”

“Oriana, are you asleep?”

“I’ll come by in the morning with breakfast. Just reply when

you

wake up.”

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The last message had come through only three minutes ago.

In the silence of the room, Oriana stared at the screen, her lips curving unconsciously. During the whole hour she hadn’t replied, he had kept talking–little reminders, small worries, the kind of quiet care that filled every gap between his words.

This silly, thoughtful man.

Oriana’s lips curved unconsciously as she tapped the video call button.

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Micah picked up instantly.

“Oriana.”

The screen lit up, showing him sitting on the living room sofa–still in the suit he’d worn to the event earlier that evening.

Oriana blinked in surprise. “You’ve been home for a while now. You haven’t even changed yet?”

Micah paused, clearly caught off guard. His usually composed expression faltered, and he looked momentarily dazed. “I forgot.”

Oriana couldn’t help but laugh.

This was so unlike him. He was practically obsessive about cleanliness–it was one of his quirks.

Whenever he came home, the first thing he did was change into indoor clothes and wash up, scrubbing away any trace of the outside world. Even Kieran, their dog, had to be sprayed with disinfectant before stepping inside.

Oriana had long respected his habits. He never asked her to follow them, but she did anyway-

got home. washing her hands and changing clothes the moment she

That was why she hadn’t invited the elders upstairs the last time they visited.

For one, Micah didn’t like having outsiders over; for another, it would have been too awkward to ask guests to disinfect themselves on arrival.

Yet tonight, it was Micah himself breaking his own rule.

She could easily guess why–and the thought made her both helpless and warm inside.

“I’m just spending one night with Zara,” she teased softly. “You’re not that worried, are you?”

Micah’s thin lips moved slightly before he spoke, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur, tinged with an emotion she rarely heard from him–something close to sulking.

“This is the first night since we got married that you haven’t been home.”

Oriana blinked. “But I went to Seabar not long ago, didn’t I?”

“That’s different,” he said immediately, his tone serious and precise. “You weren’t in Jindiwood then.”

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Oriana was momentarily speechless–she couldn’t find a single argument.

Her voice softened as she coaxed him gently. “Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow. Just be good and manage one night without me, okay?”

To her surprise, Micah’s voice carried even more quiet resentment this time. “Can I say no?”

Oriana’s smile widened, laughter bubbling up until her eyes grew misty.

The gloom Grant had left behind was completely gone, replaced by the warm, steady light of the man on her screen.

“What I mean,” she said teasingly, “is that you’re not allowed to secretly clean the house while I’m gone. Wait for me, and we’ll do it together tomorrow.”

Micah’s expression shifted–clearly, he’d already been planning to tidy up. But since she’d said it, he could only give in with obedient reluctance. “Alright,” he murmured. “I’ll wait.”

“Good. Now go take a shower and get some rest. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

They both said the word–but neither of them hung up.

Oriana brought the phone closer, smiling softly. “Here,” she whispered, pressing a light kiss against the screen. “Your goodnight kiss. Now sleep.”

Flustered, Oriana quickly ended the call, then glanced over at Zara, still sound asleep, and quietly sighed in relief.

Thank goodness Zara hadn’t seen that—she’d never hear the end of it. Still acting like a lovestruck teenager after getting married, Zara would tease.

Meanwhile, Micah sat on the sofa, phone still in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

The brief image of her kiss replayed in his mind, leaving a faint smile on his lips–warm, sweet, and impossible to erase.

Oriana’s shy little smile–her gentle goodnight–how could he have forgotten to save that?

Even so, the memory lingered vividly in his mind, her soft expression etched there. He leaned back, still smiling faintly, the warmth of that fleeting moment following him into the quiet night.

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