My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 80

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

“Oriana, this is the final moment. You are permitted to be vulnerable just this once…”

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, a tall, unmistakable silhouette emerged, casting a long shadow across the polished floor.

With her head bowed, Oriana attempted to step forward, but the figure shifted slightly, effectively blocking her exit.

“Please move,” she managed to plead, her voice trembling as a sob threatened to escape.

“Oriana.”

The familiar voice pierced through the haze of her despair, and she looked up, her heart racing in disbelief.

Tears began to pool in her eyes, spilling over and tracing warm paths down her cheeks. It was as if the world around her had suddenly come into focus, sharpening her senses.

“Micah? You… how are you…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here to take you home,” he replied, his tone steady and reassuring.

Without waiting for any further explanation, Micah reached out and enveloped her in his arms.

His embrace was a sanctuary, warm and dry, offering her a refuge from the storm of emotions swirling inside her. It was a place where she could freely release the pent-up anguish that had been building within her for so long.

Without a second thought, Oriana buried her face against his chest, the dam of her emotions breaking as she wept like a child, her heart feeling as if it might shatter into a million pieces.

Micah asked for no justification, no reasons for her tears. He simply held her, his hands gently patting her back, allowing her to soak his shirt with her sorrow.

People moved through the hotel lobby, some casting curious glances their way. But the tall man effectively shielded the sobbing woman in his embrace, making it impossible for anyone to intrude upon their moment. After a few attempts to catch a glimpse, the onlookers eventually turned away, respecting the intimacy of the scene.

It had been a long time since Oriana had cried so deeply. The last time had been three years ago, the night she had made the painful decision to leave the Sterling family…

How pathetic I must be, to be brought down by the same heartache yet again.

“Tired from crying? Would you like something to eat or drink?” Micah’s long, elegant fingers reached out, and Kieran, who had been waiting patiently nearby, stepped forward, ready to help. He handed over a bottle of glucose water, his expression matter-of-fact.

“This will replenish your fluids quickly. It’s convenient for recharging before the next round,” Kieran said, his tone devoid of any pretense.

Oriana, still with tears clinging to her lashes, felt a lump form in her throat. Then she caught sight of Micah’s shirt, now smeared and damp from her tears, parts of it clinging to him, revealing the well-defined muscles beneath.

She quickly averted her gaze, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I lost control and ruined your clothes.”

“It’s healthier for anyone to express their emotions than to bottle them up inside,” Micah replied calmly, a gentle smile touching his lips. “Are you done crying?”

Oriana shook her head vigorously, her voice a whisper. “No, not yet.”

“Is there anything you’d like to eat? Kieran can place an order. We’ll dine at home,” he offered, his voice soothing.

Instinctively, Oriana wanted to refuse, but her stomach chose that moment to let out a loud gurgle, reminding her of the food she had overturned in her earlier emotional outburst. Of course, she was hungry.

Oriana glanced at the clock, a hint of panic rising within her. “Now? But I have to get to school. I have a class in an hour!”

“I know your schedule. Don’t worry, it won’t interfere,” he reassured her.

She picked up a pre-peeled boiled egg and took a bite, nodding in acceptance. “Alright.”

She assumed Micah was taking her somewhere else entirely, but Kieran’s car drove straight into the university parking lot, stopping right outside the Traditional Medicine Department building.

Oriana’s mind raced with questions. “The person you want me to meet is here?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes,” Micah affirmed. “Where is your office?”

“I’ll take you,” she replied quickly, stepping out of the car to assist him. The vehicle Kieran had driven today was an ordinary electric model, which the students mistook for a ride-hailing car, largely ignoring it.

However, when a man of such striking features emerged from the car, he instantly drew the attention of several female students nearby.

“Wow! He’s so handsome! Is that Oriana’s boyfriend?” one girl whispered excitedly.

“Hey! Is that the one who sent Oriana all those roses yesterday?” another chimed in.

The chatter was close enough that Oriana could hear it, and Micah, with his keen senses, certainly didn’t miss it either.

Oriana felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. “About yesterday…” she began, her voice trailing off, feeling the weight of the attention on them.