My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Candlelit Shadows

Chapter 121 Candlelit Shadows

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“It’s late. Get some sleep,” Soren said, pulling his hand back. His tone remained even, offering no reply to her plea.

Fiona hesitated, recalling how, before they left Jexburgh, he had urged her to return and discuss their future. Is tonight’s sofiness another deliberate ploy to show his pity?

“I’ve stayed long enough. I’ll be on my way,” Soren said before turning toward the night.

Pearl knocked lightly on the door. “Miss, who were you talking to in there?” she asked, worry threading her voice.

Fiona had brought Pearl with her today–except for the few days Cecilia had borrowed the maid, Pearl rarely left her side.

After dismissing the girl with a vague assurance, Fiona sat down to untangle the day’s events. Who, in Yondale, cared enough about Pierre to know there was a backup copy of the Indictment Scroll? He was widely disliked; friendship with him was almost a scandal in itself.

Her thoughts flicked to Rebecca, dragged back to the Princess Royal’s Estate earlier today. Anyone close enough to have visited the Lawson Estate would be Rebecca. The woman’s lips might stay sealed, but unconscious habits could not lie; there were ways to pry the truth free.

Fiona’s sojourn outside the city stretched over several days. At the hillside manor, she hurried to finish a birthday gift for Helen and, just as importantly, to make her nocturnal departure seem less suspicious.

Meanwhile, the preparations for Helen’s banquet pulled Henry into a whirl of duties, leaving Fiona in rare peace. Only on the morning of the celebration did a carriage from the Princess Royal’s estate arrive to fetch her.

“Fiona,” Cecilia called, stepping from behind the carriage curtains. She had ridden the entire way beside the coach, unwilling to let Fiona arrive without friendly company.

“How have matters been back at the manor, Cecilia?” Fiona asked as she settled onto the padded bench.

“Lord Soren questioned Rebecca for two full hours yet learned nothing. Since then, he’s kept remarkably quiet.” Cecilia let out the breath she had been holding; the worry that had shadowed her for days finally eased.

But Fiona knew better. Soren’s silence never meant inaction; it only meant he was hiding his tracks. I wonder has he found something.

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Chapter 121 Candlelit Shadows

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The Princess Royal’s Estate surprised Fiona with its restraint. No riot of gold or silk greeted the guests–only a crimson carpet unfurled across the stone and red lanterns strung everywhere, bathing the courtyard in a warm, festive glow.

Visitors crowded every walkway. The moment Cecilia reached the inner hall, she was swept away, leaving Fiona to navigate the celebration alone.

A daring matron from Yondale leaned toward her companions and whispered, “The refined gentleman beside Lord Soren–find out who he is for me.” She was never shy about her interests.

“That is Mr. Luthor of Junbert,” another woman replied with a teasing grin. “Rumor says he has yet to take a wife.”

Across the shifting sea of silk and jewels, Fiona spotted Xavier. He must have seen her first, for his gaze found hers almost at once.

She wondered if she was imagining it. When his eyes rested on her, they seemed softer, filled with patience and a curious warmth she had not noticed him grant anyone else.

She could not fathom why he treated her so gently; the world rarely offered kindness without a price.

Just then, Soren’s attention swept over, his expression as unreadable as a frozen lake.

Lowering her lashes, Fiona chose not to greet either man and slipped away toward the west

court.

Months in Yondale had loosened her wardrobe; comfort had replaced formality. Yet with so many distinguished guests present, she could not appear so casually today.

While tightening the silk sash, Pearl laughed. “You haven’t worn wide sleeves in ages, my lady. I can’t take my eyes off you–and the gentlemen will fare even worse.”

Life in Yondale had emboldened Pearl’s tongue. Fiona allowed the cheeky remark to pass with

a soft smile.

She felt her bodice pull a touch tighter than before, though still bearable. “Has Father’s birthday gift for Granny arrived?”

Zachary was buried in official business and could not attend. If the parcel had failed to reach Helen, Fiona would need to prepare another at once.

Pearl answered brightly, “Mdm. Meryl sent it days ago, my lady–no need to worry.”

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