My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 62

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 62: The Surprise**

Grant’s eyes shot open, wide with disbelief.

In front of him, Oriana had entwined her arms around Micah’s neck, her head tilted just so, ready to press her lips against his.

The moment Micah registered her movement, a tumult of emotions surged within him. It was as if the world around him faded, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment that felt both electric and forbidden.

His body reacted instinctively, yet the last shred of his reason wrestled against the urge to pull her closer. Just as their lips were mere inches apart, he lifted his hand with deliberate slowness, gently pressing his thumb against her mouth, halting the kiss before it could begin.

Oriana froze, her heart racing as the realization of her boldness washed over her. Had she truly overstepped? Instinctively, she attempted to retreat, to put distance between them.

But Micah’s other hand gripped her waist with a firmness that left no room for retreat. His touch was both possessive and tender, anchoring her in place.

Confusion clouded Oriana’s thoughts. Wasn’t he supposed to be angry? Hadn’t she just crossed a line?

“I—I’m sorry, I—” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Micah replied, his voice low and husky, each word laced with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “I just don’t want you to regret this moment.”

As his fingers lingered on her skin, Oriana felt a warmth radiate from him, enveloping her in a cocoon of softness. It was as if the world around them had vanished, leaving only the two of them suspended in a bubble of unspoken tension.

He fought against the temptation that threatened to consume him, longing to pull her closer, yet holding back with a fierce determination. “I want our first kiss to happen when it’s your heart that moves you, not because of someone else’s influence, and certainly not for a man who doesn’t deserve you.”

Oriana’s back stiffened at his words. She had never imagined that Micah held such profound thoughts about their connection. He wanted their first kiss to stem from genuine desire, a true reflection of their feelings for one another.

For a fleeting moment, Oriana found herself at a loss for how to respond. His words echoed in her mind, swirling around her thoughts as she stood there, frozen in place, feeling the weight of his gaze upon her.

From his vantage point, Grant watched the two of them linger in a moment that felt too intimate, too close. They seemed unwilling to part, lost in a world of their own.

Oriana, with her pure and radiant beauty, had always been traditional and shy. He had cherished her, protected her, and had never dared to cross the boundaries they had set. He had envisioned claiming her on their wedding night, but now, here was Micah, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“Micah, let her go—” Grant’s voice broke through the tension, his eyes bloodshot with fury, a blaze of anger igniting within him.

He lunged forward, ready to intervene, but Kieran, ever watchful and ready for action, stepped in to block Grant’s path with a roughness that sent him staggering backward. Grant crashed into the floor, the impact jarring him, though he managed to regain his footing just in time to avoid a complete fall.

A wave of relief washed over Oriana as she finally began to relax.

Composing herself, she took the family record from Lyle, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped it open. Micah’s name graced the first page, and there she was on the second, a tangible reminder that she was free from any ties to Grant.

A small, triumphant smile curved Oriana’s lips as she turned to face Grant, who stood rigid and numb, frozen in disbelief before Alaric.

She raised the folder in her hand, her voice steady and clear. “Grant, do you see it clearly now? From this day forward, you and I have nothing to do with each other. You no longer have the right, as my guardian, to control me.”

She could feel the weight of her words, the finality of them settling in the air. “I don’t care what conflicts you may have with my husband. None of that concerns me. I trust that my husband will separate personal feelings from business and won’t deliberately suppress you over this matter.”

Micah glanced at her, sensing the protective tone in her voice, a warmth spreading through him at her unwavering stance.

Oriana continued, her gaze shifting toward Uriah, who waited not far away. With a hint of sarcasm, she added, “You have your lawyers; we have ours. If I ever hear you slandering my husband again, we’ll see you in court.”

With that, she turned away from Grant, offering a polite thank you to Lyle before taking Micah’s hand firmly in hers. Together, they left City Hall, a united front against the chaos that had threatened to tear them apart.

Lyle watched them depart, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he rubbed his chin, contemplating the events that had just unfolded.