My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 369

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The women with Luna were all there to maintain their husbands‘ business ties with Grant’s studio, so naturally, they flattered her whenever they spoke.

“Exactly! How could these plain white gowns possibly match the aura of Mr. Holloway’s fiancée? Bring out your best pieces already!”

The staff smiled politely. “Ladies, please have a seat. I’ll consult our chief designer.”

Luna lifted her chin in smug satisfaction. “Go ahead.”

Her gaze drifted across the racks of dresses–until her eyes suddenly lit up.

“Wait.”

She pointed toward a row of dresses a few feet away, curling her finger lazily. “Those look decent enough. I guess I can make do with them for now.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Sterling,” the clerk, replied tactfully, “but those belong to another client. Her husband selected them for her. We can’t offer them to anyone else until she’s confirmed her choices.”

Luna’s smile stiffened. Grant had brushed her off today with the excuse of being busy preparing for the AI Summit, leaving her to shop alone–and the sting of that rejection showed in her eyes.

The wives beside her quickly jumped in to soothe her bruised ego. “Oh, please, not everyone’s as busy as Mr. Holloway! Successful men hardly have time to pick dresses for their wives–unless it’s their wedding day.”

“Exactly. That other woman? Probably just some newly rich nobody. Spending a fortune once in her life to feel fancy, that’s all.”

Their mockery immediately lifted Luna’s spirits.

She gave a light snort. “If they haven’t paid for them all yet, why can’t someone else try them? Surely a store of your reputation doesn’t treat customers like they’re ranked by class.”

The clerk looked visibly uneasy. “I’m very sorry, but the lady is trying on one of those gowns right now. Her husband is with her.”

“Oh? Then where is she? I’ll go ask. Maybe they won’t mind letting me have one,” Luna said and started walking before anyone could stop her.

The staff exchanged helpless glances–there was simply no polite way to stop this kind of guest.

Luna followed their gaze toward the private fitting lounge and froze.

Standing by the door was a man she vaguely recognized–the same one who’d claimed to be Oriana’s husband’s assistant not long ago.

So the man inside that room must be Oriana’s husband?

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Chapter 369 The Unexpected Encounter

The thought barely formed before Luna’s heels were already clicking toward the lounge.

“This is a private area, ma’am. Please don’t go any further,” Kieran warned.

Just as Luna was about to reach the lounge, he stepped forward, frowning, and blocked her path.

The curtain of the fitting room was half open, revealing two vintage floor mirrors inside.

From Luna’s angle, she could see a tall, lean man standing by the far mirror, phone in hand.

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The last time she’d seen him, it had been a rainy night–she hadn’t managed to catch more than a shadowed outline.

But now, in the soft indoor light, she saw him clearly broad shoulders, an elegant posture, and a calm authority that demanded attention.

He was speaking in a language she didn’t recognize–smooth, foreign, and melodic. It sounded like Sooliwacin, each syllable rolling off his tongue with native precision. His voice alone was enough to make her heart race.

Even without seeing his face, that composed back, those long, clean fingers, and that effortless air of nobility painted a vivid picture of masculine perfection.

Luna bit her lip in jealousy. How could Oriana, of all people, have ended up with such a perfect man?

Grant had been her ceiling, the pinnacle Oriana could ever reach. Without the Sterling family’s shine, Oriana should’ve been nothing more than an average woman–certainly not someone who could stand beside a man of this caliber.

If anything, he looked every bit as remarkable as Grant himself.

“Please leave,” Kieran ordered again, his tone firm.

Luna brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, softening her voice. “You don’t remember me? We met outside Refe House that rainy night–you came to pick Oriana up-

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Her tone turned honeyed, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she deliberately raised her voice, aiming her words past Kieran in the lounge–straight toward the man inside.

“What a coincidence running into each other again! I heard the staff say those gowns were chosen by you and Oriana. Since she and I are close, maybe you could let me try one?”

Her shrill, piercing voice cut through the quiet air, making Micah pause mid–conversation.

He lowered his phone slightly–not even bothering to turn around—and spoke with the cool arrogance of a man who never needed to explain himself.

“Kieran, go to the counter and buy them all.”

Kieran bowed his head. “Yes, sir.”

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