My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 162

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 162**
**CONTENT: Chapter 162 The Threat**

Nestled comfortably against his chest, Oriana found herself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety. The soft murmurs of the movie played in the background, but it was the steady, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat that truly captivated her. This was a novel experience for Oriana—half a film, half a moment of pure intimacy. The quietness of the scene wrapped around them like a soft blanket, making her heart swell with an unexpected joy that she had never anticipated from such a simple act.

As dawn broke, Oriana prepared for her day, heading off to class while Lily remained behind in their shared office, diligently entering the grades from their recent quiz. The atmosphere was calm, almost serene, until the sharp sound of heels clicking against the floor shattered the tranquility.

Without so much as a knock, Nyla strode into the room, her presence commanding and assertive. She surveyed the space with an air of entitlement, her eyes glinting with a self-satisfied arrogance. Ignoring the other occupants entirely, she marched straight to Oriana’s desk and took a seat, as if she had every right to do so.

With an air of casual disdain, Nyla began rifling through Oriana’s personal belongings, her fingers carelessly flipping through notes and papers. A small, mocking laugh escaped her lips—a sound that sent a chill down Lily’s spine. It was a laugh that held no warmth, only a hint of derision that made Lily’s stomach churn.

Lily had initially resolved to ignore Nyla’s invasive antics, but watching her rummage through Oriana’s things and then laugh as if she were the queen of the world was simply too much to bear.

With a surge of indignation, Lily sprang to her feet, her expression taut with fury. “Dr. Dixon, this is a private office. Outsiders can’t just waltz in here and make themselves at home!”

Nyla, unfazed, flicked Oriana’s notebook aside with a careless gesture, her tone dripping with condescension. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge Lily’s presence. “I’m here to see Mr. Harris. He’s not around, so I’ll wait. Is that a problem for you?”

Lily’s frown deepened, her irritation flaring. “You’re looking for Mr. Harris? He didn’t mention he’d be on campus today. What do you need him for? I can pass along a message if you’d like.”

Nyla’s smile was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. “I’m here to discuss my potential supervision under Mr. Harris,” she said, her tone dismissive. “You’re just a teaching assistant—don’t meddle in matters that don’t concern you.”

Heat flooded Lily’s cheeks, her voice quivering with suppressed rage, yet she stood her ground. “You’re right. I can’t explain that matter clearly. But neither can you.”

Nyla’s eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. “What do you mean by that?”

With a sense of pride swelling within her, Lily crossed her arms defiantly and lifted her chin. “It means Mr. Harris only has one graduate student—Oriana. No one else stands a chance.”

“How arrogant of you,” Nyla sneered, her disdain palpable. “Mr. Harris has merely been lenient with you people, and now you’re all lost in a daydream.”

Lily’s resolve only strengthened in the face of Nyla’s disbelief. “Believe it or not, it’s the truth! Oriana is incredible—she absolutely deserves it!”

“So, what you’re implying is that she’s better than me?” Nyla’s voice dropped, her eyes turning icy and cutting.

“Absolutely!” Lily countered without a moment’s hesitation. “Oriana is light-years ahead of you.”

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