My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Grant’s Excuse

Chapter 137 Grant’s Excuse

Those words completely stunned Oriana.

Early–stage stomach cancer? Luna?

Even Cormac knew about it?

Her first instinct was to reject the idea outright.

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If Luna were truly at death’s door, Cormac would never have brought her into the lab. That would be nothing but a waste of time.

Grant gripped her arm harder, as if caught in some fevered trance.

“Three years. Just three years. I don’t care what you want–grad school, a job, even opening your own shop–leave Micah. Stay by my side. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you anything. When Luna is gone, we can go back to the way it was, just the two of us against the world. Oriana, please. Say yes. Please say yes.”

Oriana’s face turned icy cold.

“I used to refuse to admit it, but today I finally see the truth.”

Grant blinked. “What truth?”

“That loving you–someone worse than a jerk–was the blindest, stupidest mistake of my entire life.”

Grant froze. He couldn’t believe such vicious words had come out of Oriana’s mouth.

The woman who once loved him with shining eyes and her whole heart–how could she have become this?

A storm of rage and grief rose in him, his expression changing completely.

“You’re insulting me? This is because of Micah, isn’t it? You’ve fallen for him? A blind man?”

Oriana didn’t flinch. “That’s right. I like him. Even with his disability, he’s still a thousand times better than you.”

Seeing the unwavering resolve in her eyes, Grant panicked.

It was exactly like when she had once thrown herself at him without fear.

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He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t stand watching Oriana become fearless for Micah’s sake.

“No. You love me. You’ve been deceived. Oriana, you love me. You can only love me.”

His fear mixed with a sense of betrayal turned into rage.

With a guttural growl, he lunged at her, all reason gone.

Oriana’s face tightened. She tried to push him off, but it was useless.

When he bore down on her, trying to kiss her, she shut her eyes and drove her knee hard into his lower body.

Grant’s legs carried old injuries. He couldn’t stand on one alone.

Pain shot through his left knee, and he buckled.

In the next instant, Oriana slapped him hard across the face. He toppled backward into the bushes.

Grant hadn’t been this humiliated in years. He could barely remember what his lowest moment had even felt like.

Now, kicked in his old wound and slapped on top of it, he sat stunned for a long time.

At last, he struggled upright, sitting amid the flattened shrubs, staring at Oriana with disbelief and pain, his reddened face trembling.

“You kicked my bad leg?

“You knew exactly which spot was injured the worst, still not healed, and you kicked it.

“Oriana,.how could you be so cruel to me?”

His final question came out as a hoarse wail.

Oriana only found it laughable.

Upon looking down at him from above, her eyes were ice.

“As you said, Grant–back when you were at your lowest, when you were violent and bitter, I swallowed my pride, endured your temper, your insults, your blows. I stayed with you through the darkness, through rehab, day after day, until you healed.

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