My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 73

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 73: Hidden Fears**

“Honestly, she doesn’t seem to care much for these things,” Noah remarked, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.

“Of course, I recognize she isn’t some shallow, materialistic girl! But that doesn’t imply she has an aversion to nice things! And let’s be real, is it really appropriate for the granddaughter-in-law of the Caldwell family to lack decent jewelry?” Micah shot back, his tone rising with indignation.

With newfound confidence, Noah took a firm stance. “And you have the audacity to lecture me, Micah Caldwell! What about you? Are you hiding some secret agenda? It’s clear as day! How could you even think of deceiving Oriana? In a marriage, honesty is paramount! One lie leads to a web of deceit! What if she discovers the truth—”

Before Noah could continue his tirade, Micah interrupted, his voice calm yet heavy with unspoken burdens, cutting through the darkness that surrounded them. “I don’t want to give her false hope.”

His words hung in the air, a somber weight. “My eyesight is deteriorating. It may not last another two years. I don’t want her pitying me when the end draws near, feeling compelled to stay out of sympathy, which would only lead to reluctance and an unhealthy attachment.”

Micah’s gaze drifted to the shadows, his expression unreadable. “It’s better to condemn me to an early end than to have her counting down the days alongside me.”

Noah felt a jolt of shock ripple through him. The lively, brilliant grandson he knew, who handled every challenge with grace, now seemed so fragile and self-critical when it came to matters of the heart. How could someone so capable feel so insecure?

Even after Micah had left his dressing room, the gifts Noah had sent still cluttered Oriana’s space, filling her room to the brim. The Caldwell servants had neatly organized some of her everyday clothing, but it was still overwhelming.

Oriana busied herself, arranging the clothes according to her own preferences, her mind racing. She then grabbed her laptop, seeking refuge on the balcony to fill out the MDT team application form, a step she hoped would propel her career forward.

Yet, as she reached the section labeled ‘Supervising Professor,’ she found herself hesitating. Although she worked as a teaching assistant for William Harris, she wasn’t technically his student—was she really qualified to list him?

She scoffed, her disdain palpable. “Wasn’t this path one you chose for yourself, Mr. Holloway?”

“Yes, it was. But I regret it.” His voice dropped, heavy with regret. “Oriana, I know you’re angry—furious even. I accept that. But you must believe me when I say my love for you has never wavered. I was merely lost for a moment; I made a mistake… a mistake any man could make…”

Her hand trembled uncontrollably around the phone, rage coursing through her.

But more than anger, she felt a profound sense of violation!

A deep, suffocating darkness settled in her heart. How had it taken her so long to unmask the true Grant, the one who hid behind a facade of righteousness?