**Chapter 230: The Center of His World**
Oriana had a charming, approachable demeanor that made her seem easy to talk to. In contrast to the often daunting task of communicating with Micah, his wife appeared to be a potential bridge. Perhaps, she thought, building a rapport with Oriana could finally ease the communication barriers that had long existed.
As she stood amidst a flurry of excitement and chatter, Oriana found herself momentarily at a loss for words. The vibrant energy of the room enveloped her, leaving her feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
In a moment of instinct, she gently squeezed Micah’s hand, silently urging him to step in and fill the silence with his familiar voice.
Social interactions had never been her forte; they often felt like navigating a minefield.
But surprisingly, she didn’t have to utter a single word. Micah, ever the protective husband, stepped forward with a serious expression. “Once we’re finished here, I’ll take her on a tour myself,” he announced, his tone brooking no argument.
“Absolutely, no way we’d take that job from you, Micah!” came the enthusiastic reply from one of the team members.
“We’ve got some snacks laid out in the conference room. Oriana, would you like to join us upstairs for a bite?” another team member chimed in, trying to include her in the conversation.
Micah, however, remained steadfast and replied coolly, “We just ate. She’s not hungry.”
The team was left in an awkward silence, their enthusiasm dampened. Seriously? Was Micah merely showcasing his wife without giving anyone a chance to connect with her? It felt like a missed opportunity for everyone involved.
Taking her hand, Micah said with a gentle insistence, “Come on, let’s head upstairs.”
“Okay,” Oriana replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she followed him, feeling the weight of the curious gazes upon her, they ascended the staircase together. Jett, one of the team members, guided them toward the security department.
Inside, three engineers were hard at work, struggling to resolve a persistent system bug that had proven to be elusive. Each attempt to fix it had ended in frustration, but the moment Micah entered the room, their faces lit up with excitement.
“Micah!” they exclaimed in unison, relief washing over them.
“Thank God you’re finally here!” one of them added, visibly grateful.
Micah offered a small nod, his presence commanding immediate attention. He had a specialized workstation set up for him, tailored to accommodate his vision impairment, a testament to the adjustments he had made in his life.
Oriana instinctively began to step back, feeling the urge to wait outside. She didn’t want to intrude on this technical space, but Micah caught her hesitation. With a casual gesture, he pointed to the seat beside him. “It won’t take long. Just wait here for me.”
Oriana glanced at Jett, who seemed unfazed by her presence. In fact, he beamed at her, “Please, take a seat. Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee, milk tea, juice?”
“Just plain water is fine, thank you, Mr. Wren,” she replied, appreciating his kindness.
“There’s no need to be so formal. We’re practically family now,” Jett said with a warm laugh, putting her at ease.


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