My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 237

**Chapter 237: A Kiss Too Long**

Micah held the ring delicately between his fingers, a simple yet striking diamond band that radiated elegance with its understated design. Flanking the central stone were two tiny stars, glimmering like distant celestial bodies, adding a touch of whimsy to the ring’s beauty.

As he tilted his face up to the pale moonlight, a soft smile graced his lips, one that spoke volumes of his devotion. “Oriana, will you marry me?” he asked, his voice wrapped in sincerity and warmth.

Oriana stood frozen for a moment, her breath caught in her throat, utterly speechless. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them under the vast night sky.

After what felt like an eternity, she lowered herself to kneel before him, bringing their eyes level. Her heart raced as she gazed into his deep, quiet eyes, which were filled to the brim with tenderness and affection. They were a window into his soul, and all she could see reflected back was love—fierce, unwavering, and endless.

With each word she spoke, Oriana felt the weight of her emotions. “Micah, I do.”

“Micah, I want to marry you.”

Joy erupted in Micah’s eyes, illuminating his face with a radiant glow. It was as if the very essence of happiness filled every corner of his being, and he fought the overwhelming urge to pull her into a tight embrace. Instead, he carefully slid the ring onto her finger, his hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were handling something precious and fragile.

By the time the ring nestled onto her finger, his palms were damp with sweat, a testament to the intensity of the moment. He closed his eyes for a brief second, exhaling shakily, feeling the weight of the world lift off his shoulders.

Then, with a gentle touch, he placed another ring into her palm, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your turn,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers.

Oriana steadied his wrist, her fingers brushing against his skin as she slid the matching ring onto his finger. Their fingers intertwined, and the rings sparkled under the soft glow of the moonlight, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

Just as Oriana’s lips curved into a smile, Micah scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all.

Oriana gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. “H-how did you even do that?”

They had both been kneeling, yet he lifted her with such ease, standing upright in one fluid motion.

When had he become so strong?

A playful smile danced on Micah’s lips, unaware of the effect it had on her. “Because you like it,” he replied softly. “I’ve been working on it for a while.”

His tone shifted, growing teasing. “Not just abs and chest, my back’s pretty defined too. You didn’t get to see last time—want to check for yourself now?”

Oriana’s cheeks flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and amusement flooding her. “Micah!”

Did he really remember that? It was almost too much to handle.

She buried her face in her hands as he carried her steadily toward the bedroom, her heart racing with a blend of excitement and nervousness. His breathing was heavy, his movements strong, yet when he laid her down on the bed, he did so with an unbearable gentleness that sent shivers down her spine.

“Micah…” she whispered his name, a plea filled with anticipation.

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