My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 56

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

“Last time, I had you keep an eye on Oriana. Did anything happen afterward with that Mr. Caldwell?”

Alaric felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he answered. “No, nothing at all. After I reported to you that once, they didn’t show up again.” He ran a hand through his hair, a frown etched on his face. “Do you think it’s possible that Oriana traveled from too far away, and maybe the monitoring app just stopped working?”

“Absolutely not,” Grant replied, his tone resolute. “I wrote the code myself. It’s designed to respond solely to network fluctuations; the distance is irrelevant.”

“Then it seems they simply didn’t reach out to each other again. Perhaps that guy was just a student assisting Oriana with some paperwork for her admission into Jindiwood University,” Alaric suggested, trying to sound optimistic.

A flicker of relief crossed Grant’s features. Deep down, he had always believed that Oriana was too devoted to him to fall for someone else so easily. The love she had for him was profound, an infatuation that couldn’t be transferred to another man.

“Oriana, you’ll always come back to me,” he whispered softly to himself, pouring cup after cup of coffee, lost in his thoughts.

*****

As Kieran pulled into the driveway of Moonbay House, he noticed Jett was just sending Micah out.

The two were engaged in light banter as they drove, discussing the progress of various projects Micah was currently overseeing.

However, when they arrived at the apartment complex, Jett’s restlessness began to bubble over. “Mr. Caldwell, aren’t you going to invite me up?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

It wasn’t just about sitting and chatting; it was the burning question in his mind about Micah’s new bride. Who was this woman that had managed to capture the heart of such a brilliant, high-maintenance man?

Even the agency’s top matchmakers had claimed it was nearly impossible to find a woman who could fully meet Micah’s needs.

Micah flashed a sly smile and replied, “Jett, are you sure you’re ready to come up?”

A chill ran down Jett’s spine, though he was unaware of it. Micah’s status was unique; he primarily worked from home, and his apartment was a fortress equipped with advanced security measures, an array of surveillance cameras, and devices designed to block signals.

Just stepping into Micah’s domain meant that every detail about him would be scrutinized—right down to the electronics he carried. He could probably even discern if someone was wearing a wig.

Jett hadn’t committed any wrongdoing, but the thought of being examined so closely for no reason made him uneasy.

He rubbed his nose, fumbling for an excuse. “Ah, I just remembered I have something I need to take care of. Maybe next time—I’ll meet your wife then.”

Micah nodded politely, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “Alright then, no need to see you off.”

*****

Meanwhile, Oriana was busy in the kitchen, having purchased a large assortment of ingredients. She was meticulously cleaning and arranging them on the dining table, her excitement building.

Among her purchases was an electric cooking pot. She envisioned that if this cooking attempt turned out well, it would be a convenient way to prepare stew at home for both herself and Micah.

“Sounds perfect,” he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. “I’ll go change my clothes first.”

“I’ll prepare the broth. I bought a variety of flavors—spicy? Pepper? Sour soup?” Oriana offered, her excitement bubbling over.

Even just hearing the options made Micah feel slightly overwhelmed, but he smiled gently, “You decide. I’m fine with anything.”

“Okay, then you go change. I’ll finish up quickly,” Oriana nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay.”

Micah smiled and headed toward the bedroom, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

At that moment, Oriana’s phone rang from a nearby spot, just as she was about to open the packets of stew seasoning.

“Chubby, put it on speaker for me,” she instructed.

Chubby’s big eyes rotated, connecting to the phone via Bluetooth and activating the speaker. The voice on the other end was anxious and tense. “Oriana, don’t hang up yet. Can you come over? Grant hasn’t eaten, but he’s drunk a lot of alcohol. His stomach is acting up, and he just vomited a mouthful of blood. You used to take care of him, Oriana.”

In the background, Grant’s weak, desperate voice echoed, “Oriana, I miss you so much. I was wrong. Please come back to me.”