My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 85

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

**A Gift for Your Eyes Only**

Micah, however, firmly shook his head, his expression resolute. “I don’t want to go out.”

Oriana, sensing his reluctance, quickly tried to ease the tension. “It’s perfectly fine, really. If you don’t feel like going out, you absolutely don’t have to.” Her voice was soothing, almost pleading, as she wanted to ensure he felt comfortable.

“What I mean is,” he replied, his strikingly handsome face suddenly serious, “if I look this good, I want it to be for your eyes only.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Oriana felt a strange thrill course through her. She clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling an involuntary gasp. Her heart raced uncontrollably, pounding like a wild drum in her chest!

Desperate to regain her composure, she fanned her face with both hands, trying to cool the heat rising within her. “Uh, right! You must be hungry. Let me check the recipe and figure out what’s for dinner tonight?” She was eager to shift the conversation, instinctively moving towards the kitchen, hoping to distract herself from the charged moment.

Yet, as she took her first two steps, she noticed Micah moving beside her. But he appeared oddly clumsy and flustered, stumbling right into the dining table with an audible thud.

Oriana gasped, instinctively turning back to catch his arm. “Hey, careful!”

But Micah staggered back a step, the force of his movement sending Oriana off balance. Before she could react, she found herself tumbling against his chest, her heart lurching in a panic. She tried to pull away, but the sound of his strong, steady heartbeat beneath her ear froze her in place.

The memory of the previous night flooded her mind, when she had cried inconsolably in his arms. But this moment felt entirely different, charged with a new energy.

His heartbeat, a resonant drumming, quickened noticeably as if thrown into chaos by her proximity.

Micah was indeed losing control. With those sunglasses obscuring his eyes, he was enveloped in darkness, yet all his senses were heightened, focused solely on the points where their bodies touched.

How could his heart not race?

More than that, a feverish heat surged through his veins, restless and alive. Last night, he had been entirely focused on her distress, leaving no room for other thoughts. But now, the desires he had suppressed for what felt like an eternity were bubbling to the surface, threatening to overwhelm him.

Micah’s expression shifted subtly, a hint of struggle flickering across his features. He gripped Oriana’s arms gently but firmly, setting her away from him with a deliberate motion.

The warmth that enveloped them vanished in an instant. Oriana looked up at him, dazed and confused. “You…”

“My apologies,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, a hint of embarrassment lacing his words. “I need to change clothes. You can start prepping the ingredients in the kitchen. I’ll be back shortly.” With that, he turned quickly, almost fleeing towards the bedroom.

He moved hastily, awkwardly, even bumping into the doorframe in the hallway. The usual composure he carried was completely absent, replaced by a clumsy, unsteady gait. Finally, he managed to get into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

In her good mood, she brought up the amusing incident with Luna and Sloane at the store. “That trainee salesgirl later sent me Luna’s receipt. Can you believe how much she spent on the random things I pointed at? Nearly two hundred thousand. So expensive!”

Although she had lived comfortably with the Sterling family, Bramwell’s monthly allowance to her was only two thousand. Oriana had never been particularly interested in luxury items and rarely inquired about prices. Two hundred thousand—the exact sum Bramwell had used to sever her ties with the family. Luna had waved her hand and spent it just like that, without a second thought.

“But they tried to bully you,” Micah said, his concern evident.

“It’s alright. I’m not afraid of them now. Besides, I made them dance to my tune, didn’t I?” she replied, a hint of pride in her voice.

Micah didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he got up and went into the bedroom. Puzzled, Oriana watched as he returned with a sleek black card and offered it to her.

Understanding dawned on her. Oriana waved her hands dismissively. “No, it’s fine. I have my own money…”

“You said you’d buy me more glasses, didn’t you? And… I need to trouble you to buy some things for me as well.” His tone was earnest, his gaze unwavering.

Hearing this, Oriana felt her resolve soften. “Alright then. What would you like me to buy?”

“Help me buy everything you like and everything you need.” His expression was utterly serious, his beautiful eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. “Don’t refuse me. This is what I wish for.”