My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 72

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 72: An Unwelcome Gift**

“It’s perfectly fine. A man truly doesn’t require an excessive wardrobe. My belongings can easily fit into a small corner of the bedroom,” Micah stated with an air of nonchalance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oriana stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.

Why did his words make it feel like she was the one intruding on his territory?

Finished.

She didn’t protest. After all, she hadn’t yet made a formal visit to his family; returning the gifts would come across as ungrateful. Moreover, these items held significance. Even if she chose not to use them, they would remain a part of the Caldwell family legacy.

The Caldwell servants were remarkably efficient. In less than half an hour, the living room had been transformed, cleared of any remnants of their earlier gathering.

Kieran leaned in to whisper something to Micah before departing with the servants, leaving the two of them to enjoy their meal in relative solitude.

Once she felt satisfied with her dinner, Oriana quickly concocted an excuse to retreat to her room, seeking solace from the lingering tension.

As she gazed down at her heavily bandaged hands, a wave of frustration washed over her. The doctor had been clear: they must remain dry and away from any products containing additives. How on earth was she supposed to wash up?

Just as she pondered this dilemma, a soft knock echoed through the door. Oriana hesitated before opening it just a crack, revealing Micah standing there, now dressed in a thin, casual shirt. Even his signature dark glasses were absent, leaving his eyes striking and unguarded.

“You…”

“Your hands are injured. How will you manage? Allow me to assist you,” he offered, his voice steady and sincere.

Assist her?

Her mind raced, conjuring all manner of scandalous scenarios. A deep blush crept across Oriana’s cheeks. “No, no need to trouble yourself!” she stammered, flustered.

“Oriana…” His voice dropped to a low, soothing tone. The intensity in his gaze, now unobscured by lenses, held a misty depth that made her heart race. “Let me do this for you. Please?”

Before she fully grasped what she was agreeing to, she found herself in the bathroom alongside Micah, both standing side by side before the sink.

Oriana slapped her forehead in exasperation. A handsome face could lead one astray in the most bewildering ways!

“Brushing your teeth first?” he suggested, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Uh, I can…” she began, but he cut her off.

“Oriana.”

The mere sound of her name, devoid of any threat or aggression, was enough to make her completely capitulate.

“Alright, go ahead,” she relented, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.

She dared not look at her reflection. Her back was pressed firmly against his warmth, and she could feel the gentle weight of one of his arms encircling her, the other resting lightly on her shoulder. In the mirror, it appeared as though he was cradling her from behind, an intimate embrace that sent her heart racing.

His movements were tender, as he carefully cleaned every corner of her mouth with precision. Once he was done, Oriana leaned forward to rinse.

As if sensing her need, the large hand on her shoulder shifted to the nape of her neck, his fingers delicately gathering her hair to keep it out of the way.

When his pinky brushed against the skin of her neck, it felt like a jolt of electricity.

Oriana’s body trembled slightly. She quickly reached up, reclaiming her hair and hastily tying it into a bun to regain some semblance of control.

Micah withdrew his hand, a flicker of regret crossing his features, though he maintained his composure. “Next, we wash your face? Girls need to use skincare products, right?”

“Yes, I need facial cleanser,” she replied, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Micah extended his hand expectantly. Flushing with embarrassment, Oriana placed the bottle into his palm, her heart racing.

To her surprise, he squeezed out a generous amount as if it were toothpaste and moved to apply it directly to her face, causing Oriana to lean back in shock.

“Wait! You need to lather it first!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in urgency.

His distinct, slender fingers danced through the water, sending ripples across the surface.

Oriana’s body tensed. Was he planning to help her with…?

“Micah, I—” she began, but before she could finish her thought, his warm, calm voice filled the bathroom. “I’ll just draw the hot water for you, then I’ll step out. I’ll place the bathrobe here by the tub. Do you think you can manage dressing yourself?”

“I can!” she replied, her determination rising.

“Good. I’ll be right outside the door. Call me if you need anything,” he said, his tone reassuring.

After testing the water’s temperature, Micah arranged the bathrobe and non-slip slippers with care. He then gently guided her to the edge of the tub before finally exiting the bathroom.

Staring at the closed door, Oriana was overwhelmed with regret and self-reproach. How could she have misjudged him? He was so considerate, so respectful of her boundaries… How could she have thought otherwise?

Drowning in guilt, she carefully lowered herself into the perfectly warmed bath, allowing the soothing water to envelop her.

Little did she know that the man outside was leaning against the wall, the tendons on his damp hands taut with tension. On his strikingly handsome face, his normally aloof eyes now shimmered with restless desire, waves of passion crashing within him.

After Oriana finished her bath, Micah retreated to his own room, seeking solace in a cold shower to cool the heat building within him.

Donning his special glasses, his gaze fell upon his phone casually resting on the bedside table, already inundated with frantic messages from a worried Noah. Micah, uninterested in the chaos, simply called back.

The phone rang several times before it was answered. Noah’s voice came through, laced with fatigue. “You rotten kid, I was already asleep! Where were you earlier?”

Micah’s tone turned icy. “You went to see her.”

Noah grumbled in response, “What kind of tone is that? I was gathering intel for you!”

“You got her injured,” Micah shot back, his voice laced with disappointment.

Noah immediately grew defensive. “I didn’t expect to stumble into that mess! It’s all Luna’s fault; she’s pure evil! Good thing I was clever!” To divert any further reprimands from his grandson, he shifted the conversation. “So, did she like the gifts I sent? They’re all the latest and limited editions. I cleared out the stock across the whole city just for her.”