My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 8

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 81: An Unexpected Mentor**

“Grant sent you roses yesterday,” Micah stated, his voice steady and calm.

Oriana felt a flutter of anxiety at his words, her mind racing as she searched his face for any sign of discontent. Yet, to her surprise, she found none. She had no desire to conceal the truth from him.

“Yes, but I had them delivered to Luna. I didn’t accept them. Please don’t misunderstand,” she replied, her tone firm yet apologetic.

“I knew you wouldn’t accept them.” His voice remained light, almost teasing. “And I trust what you told me—that you’re no longer swayed by him.”

For a fleeting moment, Oriana was taken aback by his unwavering confidence in her. Micah was like a gentle breeze on a warm day, effortlessly soothing her frayed nerves. Perhaps this was simply the essence of who he was; it was a reflection of his character that made her feel so at ease.

Leading him to her office, she pushed the door open, only to be met with an unexpected sight. There, lounging comfortably in the usually vacant recliner, was a middle-aged man, his legs crossed and foot jiggling, exuding an air of utter relaxation.

“Mr. Harris?” Oriana exclaimed, her surprise evident in her voice.

At the sound of her voice, William lifted his head from the recliner and turned his gaze towards her. His eyes shifted from Micah to Oriana, taking in her clean, fair features. With a soft “hmph” escaping his lips, he slowly sat up, resting his arms on the armrests.

“Professor, hello. I’m Oriana Sterling, the new teaching assistant,” she introduced herself, trying to project confidence.

“I know,” William replied bluntly, swinging his leg casually. He wasn’t one for niceties. His eyes locked onto Oriana’s, piercing through her with a challenging stare. “Your background is in clinical medicine. Coming here to be a TA for traditional medicine… can you actually teach it?”

Oriana hadn’t anticipated such a direct confrontation. Her expression tightened slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her mind. “I’ve thoroughly memorized the teaching materials for the semester before classes start. I won’t—”

Before she could finish her sentence, William interrupted, “In traditional medicine, what is the source of phlegm production?”

Without missing a beat, Oriana responded confidently, “The Lungs.”

William’s eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. “The ‘Official of Reception and Transformation’?”

“The Small Intestine,” she answered, her heart racing but her voice steady.

“What is ‘mutual suppression’ in herb pairing?” he pressed on, his gaze unwavering.

Oriana took a deep breath, her mind racing through the definitions. “When one herb possesses toxicity or side effects, and another herb can inhibit or reduce that toxicity or side effect, it’s called mutual suppression. For example, the toxicity of raw Pinellia tuber can be reduced or eliminated by fresh ginger. Therefore, raw Pinellia is suppressed by ginger.”

William fired off several more questions, each one related to the semester’s curriculum. Oriana answered each one fluently, her confidence growing with every correct response.

Finally, William leaned back into the recliner, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. After a long pause, he muttered, “Your memory is… passable.”

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