My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 197

**Chapter 197: Doubts**

Micah’s face, breathtaking in its beauty, transformed as a gentle smile spread across his lips, leaving Oriana utterly mesmerized, her thoughts spiraling into a delightful disarray. It was as if time itself had paused, allowing the warmth of his expression to envelop her like a soft embrace.

Before Oriana could regain her composure, Micah had swiftly maneuvered her onto the bed, her face pressed down against the cool sheets. His hands, strong and expert, began to work their magic, kneading the tension from her back with a practiced ease. Almost immediately, a wave of relaxation washed over her, each stroke of his fingers coaxing her body to surrender to the blissful relief.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Oriana protested weakly, crossing her arms in a futile attempt to resist the comfort that was becoming increasingly irresistible.

Yet, as Micah continued his soothing ministrations, the tension in her body melted away, and her defenses crumbled. The warmth of his touch seeped into her very soul, lulling her into a state of blissful semi-consciousness, her mind drifting lazily toward the shores of sleep.

Micah, sensing her descent into slumber, gradually withdrew his hands. Even after he had removed his touch, Oriana remained blissfully unaware, lost in her dreams. With a tender care, he draped a light blanket over her, ensuring she was snug and warm before quietly rising to his feet.

As he opened the door, a sudden commotion erupted, and an unexpected figure nearly stumbled into the room.

Anticipating the intrusion, Micah reacted instinctively, swiftly kicking the uninvited guest back out and shutting the door with a soft click.

“Oww!” Kenny exclaimed as he tumbled across the plush carpet, rolling twice before colliding with the wall. The pain etched on his face was quickly replaced by a goofy grin as he caught sight of Micah.

“Micah! Finally! You’ve noticed I’m here!” he laughed, entirely unfazed by the earlier mishap. Crawling toward Micah like an eager puppy, he continued, “I’ve been waiting ages! I wanted to come in, but I thought you’d be mad. So, where’s Oriana? It’s so quiet in there!”

“She’s asleep,” Micah replied, his voice icy and devoid of warmth.

“What the—You’re awake, and she’s sleeping? How is that even possible?” Kenny’s incredulity was palpable, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Before he could finish his thought, a sudden jolt of pain shot through his knee, courtesy of another swift kick from Micah that sent him crashing onto the carpet with a soft thud, the quietness of the room amplifying the sharpness of his discomfort.

“From now on, you will only refer to her as Oriana. If I hear any other name cross your lips, I won’t be polite,” Micah warned, his tone remaining cool yet laced with an unmistakable edge of seriousness.

Kenny, who had shared countless adventures with Micah since childhood, felt an unusual sting at this directive. It was a reminder of the deeper bond that had formed between Micah and Oriana, a bond he hadn’t anticipated.

“Micah, she doesn’t even truly love you. I checked—before marrying you, she was with someone else for a long time. They broke up, and then she jumped straight into marrying you! How could she be capable of real love?” he blurted out, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Micah stepped forward, his towering figure casting a formidable shadow over Kenny. He lowered his voice, each word dripping with authority and finality.

“The marriage was my decision.

“Whether she loves me or not, I want her.”

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