My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 The Lookalike’s Gambit

Kieran kept glancing nervously into the rearview mirror, his unease palpable.

“Speak your mind,” Micah commanded without opening his eyes.

“That nurse, sir… her resemblance to Mrs. Caldwell is… uncanny.”

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“Dismiss it.” Micah’s voice cut through the air like ice. He fixed Kieran with an unwavering stare. “Understand this clearly–I recognize only one wife.”

Kieran sat rigidly upright. “Yes, sir.”

Jonathan remained frozen in the parking lot, her mind reeling.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

Micah’s first look hadn’t held fascination or wonder–only cold contempt.

Hadn’t he loved Oriana for over a decade? Why was he completely unmoved by a face even more perfect than hers?

Even without romantic interest, shouldn’t he have shown some tenderness toward the features he’d cherished for so long?

Of course he’d eliminate the story’s protagonists without remorse. He was the villain through and through. She’d been a fool to hope otherwise.

Clenching her fists, Jonathan rubbed her sore arm and stood. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“You and Micah seem… familiar.”

She turned to find Grant Holloway watching her, his gaze calculating. Her blood ran cold.

The novel’s male lead–her intended benefactor!

Their first meeting was supposed to happen at a club, where he’d rescue her from harassment while drowning his sorrows over Oriana. Her interference had clearly derailed the timeline.

When Grant saw her face clearly, he surged forward and grabbed her shoulders. “Oriana? What are you doing here?”

The line was script–perfect. Before she could respond, he shoved her away violently.

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Chapter 344 The Lookalike’s Gambit

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“No, you’re not her.” His eyes turned dangerous. “Who are you? What’s your business with Micah Caldwell?”

Swallowing her pride, Jonathan adopted a pitiful demeanor. “You’re mistaken, sir. I’m Jonathan Robinson, a senior nurse at Jindiwood Port Hospital. Mr. Caldwell is merely my patient.”

Even knowing she wasn’t Oriana, her bowed head and soft tone were perfect replicas. Grant’s composure cracked.

Grant’s long–dormant heart hammered against his ribs, a wild torrent of emotion breaking through dams he thought were permanently sealed.

“Just a patient?” He recalled the scene he’d witnessed. “Do nurses usually sit in their patients‘ laps?”

“It was a misunderstanding!” Jonathan looked up with tear–filled, defiant eyes–making the resemblance even more striking.

Cursing inwardly, Grant found himself helping her up against his better judgment.

“Stop crying. I’m not attacking you.” He reached to wipe her tear, his touch lingering.

Jonathan trembled slightly beneath his touch. She didn’t pull away, only turned her face just enough to break eye contact. A complex, unidentifiable emotion churned in Grant’s chest.

The realness of her skin under his fingertips made his vision soften at the edges. For a breathtaking moment, the woman before him truly became Oriana.

He held his breath, unwilling to shatter the beautiful illusion.

But the spell was broken by the shrill ring of his phone. Jonathan startled like a rabbit, swiftly pulling away from his grasp. With a hurried, slight bow, she turned and practically fled into the hospital building.

Grant’s eyes followed her, dark and unreadable, before he answered the call.

“Grant?” Luna’s sweet, syrupy voice filled his ear. “Are you and your aunt at the hospital yet? Should I come keep her company?”

“We’re here. She’s already with the doctor,” he replied, his tone carefully even. “There’s no need for you to come. Rest well. Be good, and wait for us to return.”

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