My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 160

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 160**
**The Counterstrike**

Nyla’s heels echoed sharply against the polished floor, each click resonating with her simmering anger as she stormed away. The sound was a declaration of her fury, reverberating in the stillness around her.

Luna, on the other hand, felt a tight knot of anxiety twist in her stomach. She dared not utter a single word, acutely aware that she still needed a favor from the Dixon family. With her pride swallowed whole, she trailed behind Nyla, her insides churning with unspoken resentment.

After a few strides, Luna couldn’t help but cast a glance over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of Oriana’s silhouette slipping into the restaurant, and the resentment that had been simmering within her threatened to spill over like a boiling pot.

Chef Dessin, renowned for his culinary prowess and mentorship of Arthur, truly lived up to his illustrious reputation. Every dish that emerged from Aurora House surpassed Oriana’s wildest expectations, even eclipsing their previous meal at Refe House.

What struck her most was the sheer freedom that came with their dining experience—no rigid menu, no constraints. They were free to indulge in whatever their hearts desired.

Lily, ever adventurous, had even ordered a spicy stew, and the intoxicating aroma that wafted through the air was nearly enough to send them both into a euphoric state.

The restaurant itself was a gem, nestled within a bustling commercial district, exuding sleek elegance that hinted at exclusivity. They had anticipated a bill that would leave a significant dent in their wallets, yet to their astonishment, the total came to less than two hundred dollars.

Lily, her lips glistening with remnants of their meal, exclaimed, “Oriana, we have to come here for lunch every single day! I’ll treat you!”

Oriana couldn’t shake off a twinge of sympathy for the restaurant’s owner. As they stepped outside, her brow furrowed slightly. “How do they even manage to stay afloat with prices like that?”

It felt as though they were robbing them of their livelihood.

Lily waved her hand dismissively. “Probably just some wealthy person’s pet project. No need to overthink it.”

Oriana couldn’t argue with that logic. The realm of the affluent remained an enigma to her, a world she had yet to fully comprehend.

Shaking her head in amusement, she and Lily hailed a cab back to campus, their conversation bubbling with excitement over the meal they had just enjoyed.

Later that evening, Oriana returned home and eagerly recounted every detail of their culinary adventure to Micah.

Standing by the sink, she playfully repeated the question she had teased Lily with earlier. Micah, with his gentle demeanor, lowered his gaze, his large hands enveloping hers as he meticulously washed them.

Since admitting his feelings for her, Micah had become increasingly attentive, always striving to do everything for her, no matter how trivial it seemed.

He seemed resolute in his determination to ensure she never had to lift a finger.

At first, Oriana had felt a wave of overwhelm wash over her—it was almost too much to bear.

But Micah had laid out his reasoning with a calmness that left no room for argument. “You’re busy during the day,” he had explained. “When you factor in sleep, we hardly have any time together. Every moment with you is invaluable.”

“And you’re always working or studying. When you’re home, I want to take care of you so you can truly relax.”

His words were so logical, so genuine, that Oriana found it impossible to refute them. And truth be told, there was a warmth in being cared for in such a manner.

However, tonight, as she watched him rinse her hands, she noticed an unusual intensity in his expression. Suddenly, she asked, “Micah, the owner of that restaurant isn’t a friend of yours, is he?”

Micah turned off the faucet and reached for a towel, his movements deliberate as he dried her fingers one by one.

“That new place?” he responded, his voice steady. “No. Not a friend.”

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