My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Intent

Chapter 102 The Intent

The intent behind that single question lay bare–bold as a banner in daylight.

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In their world a stolen kiss, regardless of reason, usually ended at the marriage altar; propriety demanded a wedding, duty demanded that the man shoulder the weight.

Yet Fiona felt no such urgency. A kiss was nothing. In another lifetime she and this very man had ventured far beyond such timid intimacy. To marry now, on so flimsy a pretext, would cheapen the second chance fate had granted her.

“I only wish to rest,” Fiona said, her lashes lowered to hide whatever storm raged behind them.

Soren studied her, weighed words against caution, then offered, “Whenever you are rested- and should you wish to speak with me–come to Clearsky Pavilion.”

She answered with a polite, paper–thin smile. “Very well.”

Carriage wheels had barely begun to roll before Naomi blurted, “Soren, what was that? How could you ignore every rule of decorum in front of Fiona? And what did you mean about that day in her room–were you truly alone with her?”

Soren stared out the window, giving silence in place of comfort.

Naomi pressed on, voice rising. “You rejected her once, and now you seem interested again. What of Callum? He suits her far better.”

“She and Callum were never an option,” Soren replied, mild as falling snow, and closed the discussion with the click of his tongue.

But inside, the question gnawed at him: how should he define this bond with Fiona? To marry her now felt hasty. Yet denying the thought seemed dishonest, for he had met her kiss wide- awake–and answered it.

Perhaps it was nothing more than the echo of the previous life, awakened each time she called him “Hubby.”

Back in the main branch’s wing of the estate, Joanna could not contain her curiosity. “What sudden breeze carried the young lord of the Zonfrillo Estate to our door?”

The two families were hardly on friendly terms; everyone in the corridor knew it.

Monica murmured, “Is it not odd for an unrelated gentleman to visit Fiona so freely?”

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“He arrived with Naomi,” Joanna remarked, shrugging. “There is nothing untoward. Besides, Lord Soren would never set his sights on Fiona.”

Her own daughter had once been turned away by Soren; belittling Fiona had become Joanna’s bitter pastime.

Hannah, passing with her cane, heard every syllable. She struck the floorboards so sharply the sound rang like a warning bell. “So the Zonfrillo Estate is flawless, and you–mistress of a ducal household–bow to them? The city will laugh you out of court. My granddaughter is no trinket for their picking!”

She advanced another step, eyes cold. “You mismanage the Niven kitchens and coffers, drag this house through the mud, then dare to fault anyone else. Had you shown half a spine, we would not stand on such fragile ground today.”

Household accounts were Joanna’s weakest flank. Faced with Hannah’s assault, she found herself suddenly, painfully mute.

Hannah’s cane struck the marble with a sharp rap, the sound echoing like a gavel. “Joanna, you are Fiona’s aunt. Act like it. If I were that child, I would be disheartened–she hid everything from her own mother just to cover your debts. Could you have done the same for her?”

She drew a slow breath, the wrinkles around her eyes tightening. “Did you really imagine this old woman knew nothing? I closed one eye and then the other only to keep peace beneath this roof.”

Joanna’s face blanched, the blood draining so quickly it seemed the room had chilled. “F–Fiona told you?” she whispered.

“That girl would never tattle.” Hannah’s voice carried both sorrow and steel. “I always favored you and pretended ignorance. In the end, pampering the main branch bred arrogance–it appears your heart is narrower than a child’s.”

Yet Joanna could not simply summon Fiona at will. Lately, the girl had refused every visitor, her courtyard gates quiet as snowfall.

Fiona was not languishing in sorrow. She spent her days investigating her grandmother, Helen’s case.

In the previous life she remembered too clearly, accusations had piled higher than winter drifts. Many crimes had nothing to do with Helen, yet the court heaped them upon her

shoulders.

Afterward, Fiona’s uncle and cousin lay dead, her elder female cousin vanished, and the Princess Royal’s family was left a graveyard without mourners.

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This time, she would not allow history to repeat itself. Helen must answer for her own misdeeds–no more, no less–and the innocent would not be buried alive beside her.

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