My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 123

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“With visitors from Jexburgh present, Granny cannot indulge in extravagance,” Fiona explained. “If word of a lavish feast reached Jexburgh, it might spark unwanted scandal.”

Cecilia’s brows knitted. “Lord Soren seems determined to corner Grandma at every turn. I once assumed he came because of you, but now I fear he only means to ruin her.”

Fiona dropped her gaze, words caught behind her teeth. Soren’s relentlessness unnerved her as well; if he laid hands on the Indictment Scroll, what leverage would she have left to negotiate? Perhaps I have nothing.

“I owe you an apology,” Cecilia admitted, eyes shimmering like a guilty pup. “I wrote him a letter using your name. He must think you’re hopelessly smitten.”

Fiona blinked, then shook her head. “He’s surely already discovered I wasn’t the one who penned it.”

That Soren never mentioned the letter told Fiona everything. After cooling off, he had chosen to consign the Crane Tower incident to history. He never acted without calculation; every move he kept, discarded, or delayed served his advantage.

“He could have come alone,” Cecilia whispered, sticking out her tongue in mock disgust. “Instead, he drags along that beauty, and every gilded heir in Yondale goes glass–eyed, gawking at Luna’s chest like starving dogs.”

Inside the Princess Royal’s Estate, Cecilia soon spotted a cluster of familiar faces. They beckoned, and she drifted away arm in arm with the other noble ladies, laughter trailing behind her.

Fiona, however, had no taste for shallow chatter. She retreated to a quiet corner at the base of the rockery, letting the evening breeze brush against her cheeks. With a sigh of relief, she unfastened the silk ribbon from her hair ornament. Ebony tresses spilled free and danced in the wind like dark water under moonlight.

As she turned, the flicker of torchlight revealed Xavier standing several paces away, unmoving, as though he had been carved from the night itself. She had no idea how long he had been watching.

“Mr. Xavier.” Fiona rose, smoothing her gown as she offered a polite nod.

Xavier remained rooted to the spot for a heartbeat, shoulders stiff, breath shallow. Then, as if propelled by a decision made deep within, he moved toward her.

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“I-“The single syllable quivered on his lips and vanished.

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Before Fiona could reply, Xavier lifted a hand. Those long fingers, usually so careful with etiquette, brushed an errant lock from her face and tucked it behind her car.

The gesture brought him close enough that the sharp scent of liquor slipped between them. He had clearly drunk more than a gentleman should.

“Since you wished to speak with me, Mr. Xavier, you could have come earlier,” she said, her tone gentle yet properly distant.

“It has been so long since I could truly look at you,” he murmured. “Tonight I wanted–no, needed–to see you.”

The words slipped into her ear, then scattered on the wind like petals, so delicate she questioned whether she had imagined them.

Fiona was no stranger to compliments, but never had anyone addressed her in such raw, quiet longing. A tremor fluttered through her chest; warmth rose to her cheeks and stole the practiced words she meant to use to restore propriety.

Xavier pressed two fingers to his brow, realizing how far he had strayed beyond acceptable decorum. “Princess Helen adores you,” he said after a pause, “but even she may barter your future for political gain. Stay alert, Ms. Fiona.”

Fiona had never denied that possibility. If her own grandmother could weigh profit against affection, then so might her maternal grandmother, even if both women loved her. Yet she trusted Helen to spare her the worst. A man of vile reputation would never pass her grandmother’s gate, no matter how great the alliance promised.

“Thank you for the warning, Mr. Xavier.” She offered a smile, soft as starlight, her eyes glowing with sudden brightness.

Xavier’s lips flattened, as though he wished to speak further but found no safe words.

Not far away, torchlight flared–patrol approaching through the garden paths. “Someone is coming. I should leave,” Fiona whispered, executing a proper farewell. “You have been drinking; please take care.”

“Very well,” he replied, the single note of agreement barely audible.

Fiona turned, gathering her skirts, but a sudden arm circled her waist, yanking her back. The grip was iron–tight, and the reek of strong liquor washed over her.

Before she could cry out, Xavier propelled her deeper into the rockery’s shadowed maze. He

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