My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 128

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 128**
**CONTENT: Chapter 128 Morning Kiss**

“Get out of my sight,” Cormac growled, his voice laced with venom, as he turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving behind a cloud of tension that hung heavily in the air.

James remained frozen in place, his body slowly folding in on itself. He crouched low, his hands tangled in his hair, as he fought to suppress the sobs that threatened to escape. The weight of despair crashed over him like a tidal wave, and he felt utterly alone.

A few professors ambled past, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Some cast fleeting glances in his direction, but each one quickly averted their gaze, as if they were afraid to acknowledge the pain radiating from him.

James had crossed a line with Cormac, and now he was trapped in a web of his own making. There would be no savior to rescue him from this downfall.

All those years of hard work, dedication, and ambition in this field—now they felt like a distant memory, fading into nothingness.

That same night, Oriana slipped into a peaceful slumber, her dreams untouched by the chaos around her. When morning broke, she awoke feeling invigorated, as if the world had reset itself overnight. After a quick wash, she stepped out of her bedroom, ready to embrace the day.

The breakfast table was a sight to behold, laden with an array of rich and enticing dishes that beckoned her closer. Just then, she caught sight of Micah emerging from the kitchen, two glasses of milk in hand, his gaze fixed ahead with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She rushed forward, instinctively reaching out to steady him.

“You’re up this early?” she asked, a mix of surprise and admiration in her voice.

He set the glasses down with a gentle thud before turning to meet her gaze. That’s when she noticed the faint shadows under his eyes, a telltale sign of a sleepless night. Her breath caught in her throat.

“You didn’t sleep last night?” she inquired, her concern evident.

Micah simply nodded. “No,” he replied, his voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of emotion.

Yet despite his lack of rest, he seemed to radiate an energy that rivaled her own. A soft smile graced his lips, one that spoke of joy rather than fatigue. “I was too happy. I couldn’t sleep.”

The very same man who had trembled under her touch the night before now effortlessly entwined his pinky with hers, the gesture feeling both smooth and natural, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Oriana found herself torn between the urge to scold him for his lack of sleep and the desire to laugh at the sweetness of the moment. Then her gaze fell upon the sunglasses she had gifted him, carefully placed by his pillow, and a realization washed over her.

He loved her fiercely, with a tenacity that both thrilled and frightened her.

But she was determined to match his depth of feeling.

“Yesterday, I didn’t have the chance to tell you,” Oriana began, her voice steadying as she prepared to share her news. “My schedule has changed. Now that I’m part of MDT, I’ll only be taking classes in the mornings. In the afternoons, I’ll be at the hospital for training, and I’ll have a day off every three days.”

She paused for a moment, gauging his reaction, before continuing, “And there’s one more thing—I want to apply to grad school.”

Micah’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his features. “You mean—”

“Before, I was too stubborn about wanting to be Mr. Flint’s student. But now, I have a better teacher. I want to study under Mr. Harris and contribute something meaningful.”

“You told Mr. Harris?” Micah asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

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