My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402 Happiness

She said just enough to make her point clear, and both Noah and Xander immediately

understood her intention.

“Hah! That’s Oriana–never one to swallow her anger or let people walk all over her.” Noah clapped his hands with delight. “Brilliant move! Once they get married and realize they’ve both been scheming against each other, they’ll go crazy, tearing each other apart. What a show that’ll be!”

He was already grinning car to car, practically buzzing with excitement. “I like it! Since those two love playing dirty, I’ll happily add a little fuel to the fire. Let’s make sure this ‘loving couple‘ gets exactly what they deserve!”

Xander glanced at Oriana, who wore that calm, faint smile that never quite left her lips. His eyes softened with admiration.

He was far from a saint himself, and Oriana’s cleverness suited his taste perfectly.

“All right,” he said, nodding with quiet approval. “We’ll do it your way. I’ll tell Soren to keep things low–profile for now. Once they’re married, we’ll send them a ‘wedding gift‘ they’ll never forget.”

Oriana blinked and smiled. “Thank you, both of you.”

After exchanging farewells, Oriana took Micah’s hand and got into their Maybach.

Only then did she finally have a moment to check her phone. Zara had been blowing up their group chat with messages; she was at Seabar, following the live broadcast of the summit.

The screen was filled with chatter. Oriana hesitated over which message to reply to first and didn’t even notice that once the car started, the privacy partition slowly rose between the seats. The screen dimmed. Oriana looked up instinctively, only to meet Micah’s warm, insistent kiss.

He kissed her with practiced ease, his movements sure and consuming.

Within moments, Oriana was already soft in his arms, her breath shallow, escaping only between the briefest pauses.

“Micah, what are you—‘

Micah cupped her face, his touch gentle but possessive, marking her with his heat and scent.

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“Sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, “I’m happy.

“When you stood up for me earlier, all I wanted was to kiss you.”

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Oriana’s thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Her lips were flushed and glistening.

She struggled to piece her thoughts together. “You mean, back when you were showing the

robotic arm?”

“Yes.”

Micah’s body radiated warmth, his voice a low rumble. “I wanted to then, and I’ve been holding back ever since.”

Oriana blinked in surprise.

So he had been restraining himself that long?

Behind the dark glass, Micah’s intense gaze roamed freely across her flushed face and glassy eyes. No matter how much he kissed her, it was never enough.

But there was something else fueling his quiet joy.

Hearing Oriana calmly plot to let Grant and Luna marry and destroy themselves had filled him with fierce satisfaction.

Now, Oriana belonged to him completely–body, heart, and mind.

To stop Micah’s growing enthusiasm from getting the better of him, Oriana quickly distracted him once they got home. She pressed a hand to his wandering one, which was already searching for the zipper of her dress, her cheeks burning. “When did you design all those products? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them. You worked on them in the study?”

“Yes.” Micah’s eyes darkened, his voice husky. “Do you want to see?”

His tone was rough and suggestive, as though he meant something entirely different.

Oriana’s ears turned crimson.

“I–I want to see.”

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“Good. Then I’ll show you.”

Before she could react, he leaned down, scooping her up effortlessly.

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Oriana gasped, clinging to his neck in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “Micah!”

He chuckled hoarsely, his breath brushing her car. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. You won’t fall

That wasn’t what she meant–and he knew it.

He’d never let her get hurt. If anything, he’d rather take the hit himself than see her in pain.

He really was a foolishly gentle man.

In a daze, Oriana found herself being set down on the wide metal surface of his study table.

The alloy was cool against her skin, making her shiver.

Sensing it, Micah immediately lifted her again, sat down himself, and settled her sideways on his lap.

Holding her close, he used a voice command to unlock his computer. The screen came to life, displaying years of design records–every blueprint, schematic, and completed project.

From initial sketches to refined prototypes, to the final working models–every stage was meticulously documented.

The interface itself was a program Micah had built from scratch, equipped with encryption and anti–theft features, each entry stamped with an update log.

Oriana had always known he was brilliant, but she hadn’t realized just how extraordinary he was. The mechanical parrot that had stunned the world at the recent summit–the one everyone was still talking about–had been completed in just one month, from concept to fully functional prototype.

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