My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 45

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 45: Noah’s Action**

Fated for three lifetimes? Destined?

In a peculiar way, both Oriana and Micah were entangled in a destiny that felt almost surreal. Their lives were intertwined by threads of fate, yet they had both agreed upon the terms of their marriage—it was meant to last only two years.

As Oriana stood there, uncertainty clouding her thoughts, Noah cleared his throat softly, drawing her attention back to the moment. “Miss,” he began, his tone earnest, “why don’t we exchange contact information? You saved me today. I want to find a way to repay you properly someday.”

Oriana offered him a gentle smile, her heart warming at his sincerity. “You’ve already glimpsed my future,” she replied, her voice light. “That’s more than enough. You don’t need to—”

“No, no, that simply won’t do,” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing slightly as the gravity of his situation settled over him. “My life is expensive, you know? Do you really think a quick fortune-telling can settle the debt between us?” His expression shifted, a shadow falling across his features as he asked quietly, “Miss, do you find me bothersome?”

She could see the flicker of hope in his eyes dimming into disappointment, and it tugged painfully at her heart. Oriana couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him, so, with a resolute sigh, she took out her phone and opened WhatsApp. “Sir, how should I save your name?” she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“I’m—” Noah hesitated, glancing sideways as if searching for the right words. Then, a grin broke across his face, bright and infectious. “Just call me Noah.”

“All right, Noah,” she replied, her own smile mirroring his.

Once they had exchanged contact details, a spark of joy ignited in his eyes. He waved goodbye, then wobbled off on his bicycle, leaving Oriana standing there, shaking her head in a mix of exasperation and amusement as she entered her apartment complex.

As she approached her door, a familiar sight awaited her—one tall figure and one small one, both waiting at the entrance, just like the day before. But today, there was an added surprise: two tiny turtles were meandering around the entryway, their little legs moving in slow, determined strides. Micah had let them out for a stroll, and they had wandered right to her doorstep.

“You’re back,” Micah said, his smile radiating warmth that enveloped her like a comforting blanket.

Oriana stepped closer, but as she did, she noticed him freeze for a brief moment. His nose twitched, and she could see the subtle change in his expression. “Did you go for a run?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral.

Oriana blinked in surprise, realization dawning on her. He was being tactful about the lingering sour scent that clung to her. A laugh bubbled up from her throat as she quickly explained, “I’ll go clean up so I don’t bother you.”

She slipped into her room, washed up, and changed into a fresh set of pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. When she emerged, she found Micah crouched by the tank, delicately guiding the two turtles back inside their home.

Curiosity piqued, Oriana joined him, her hands helping with the task. “How did you even catch them?” she inquired, genuinely intrigued.

“Chubby measures distances for me,” he replied with a hint of pride.

“Oh,” she nodded, finally grasping the cleverness of his approach.

Just as she was about to ask him what he wanted for lunch, Micah suddenly leaned toward her, his face moving closer to her neck. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her body tensed instinctively as the shadow of his tall frame loomed nearer. She found herself holding her breath, every inhale slow and cautious, unsure of what he intended.

“It’s not trouble at all,” Micah insisted, his voice calm yet firm. “Handling my affairs is Kieran’s job. Taking care of my wife is his top priority. It’s his responsibility.”

Top priority?

Oriana’s heart skipped a beat, stunned by the weight of his words. She couldn’t fathom deserving such importance, yet she knew it would be ungracious to refuse again.

“Okay, I’ll trouble Kieran, then,” she conceded, a hint of resignation in her tone.

Micah chuckled, his voice light and teasing for a change. “If you knew his salary, you’d never think of it as troubling him.”

Oriana clenched her fists, fighting against her curiosity. “I won’t ask,” she said, her mock-stern tone only widening his smile. His entire demeanor softened, radiating a quiet joy that warmed her heart.

*****

Oriana’s major was clinical medicine, and at Jindiwood University Medical College, she had been placed in the Traditional Medicine Department as a teaching assistant. After lunch, she retreated to her room, diving into the study materials with determination.

Her assigned mentor, Professor Lyra Hayes, primarily worked with first-year students, and the coursework was foundational. Oriana found herself absorbing the material quickly, her mind racing with possibilities and dreams of her future in medicine.