My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 125

**Chapter 125: The Vault of Complete Trust**

“What exactly are the limitations of this place?” Oriana inquired, her voice laced with a hint of mischief, unaware of the implications her words could carry. The moment the question left her lips, she felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, deepening their color to a vibrant crimson.

“No, no! I didn’t mean that! I meant—we can’t do that here either!” she stammered, her embarrassment only growing.

“Micah, have you been secretly teaching yourself how to be naughty?” she scolded him, her face still aflame with color. Micah, towering over her by a good head, merely frowned in response, confusion dancing in his cool, composed eyes. Yet, beneath that calm exterior, there was a flicker of determination that she couldn’t ignore.

Without offering any further explanation, he acted decisively. He took her wrist gently but firmly, guiding her across the expanse of the house toward the bedroom, his grip reassuring yet commanding.

Oriana was taken aback, her mind racing. She had never anticipated that the evening would take such an unexpected turn. Perhaps it was the lessons instilled in her during her upbringing—values that were deeply embedded in her psyche—that made her approach this situation with caution and a sense of self-respect.

Yes, she had come to terms with her feelings—she liked Micah. But she yearned for a relationship that unfolded naturally, with each step taken deliberately, rather than fast-tracking through the complexities of intimacy in a single night.

Her heart raced with a mix of panic and excitement. She scrambled for the right words, desperate to convey to Micah that she simply wasn’t prepared for this level of intimacy just yet.

In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, she realized they had already crossed the threshold into the room.

“Chubby, lights on,” he commanded, his voice steady.

With those words, the room was instantly illuminated, the bright light snapping Oriana out of her daze. She instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, feeling a rush of uncertainty.

“Micah, I…” she began, but her voice faltered, caught in her throat as she grappled with the intensity of the moment.

Before she could finish, Micah held her hand firmly, leading her past the expansive, deep navy bed that dominated the room.

What was happening?

He approached a hidden door on the far side of the bed, swinging it open to reveal a small, concealed space. In the center of this hidden chamber stood a robust, built-in vault, firmly secured within the wall.

Oriana’s eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the sight before her. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions. “What is this…?”

Micah gently positioned her in front of the vault, before stepping behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders.

His warm breath brushed against her ear as he spoke softly, “This is what I believe I should do. From this moment onward, I want to give you everything I have…”

As he spoke, his hands glided down from her shoulders, his fingertips grazing her skin in a way that sent a thrilling jolt through her, quickening her heartbeat.

His long, slender fingers enveloped hers, guiding her to input a six-digit passcode.

“Access granted,” a soft beep echoed, and the vault clicked open.

Inside, towering at about her height, the vault was crammed with documents, certificates, contracts, and agreements. The lower shelves sparkled with gold bars and luxury watches, a treasure trove of wealth that left Oriana’s mind reeling.

She felt as if her brain had short-circuited, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of opulence.

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