My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Midnight Schemes

Chapter 125 Midnight Schemes

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Quentin weighed her words, then nodded and stepped inside. Moments later, Luna emerged in his place.

Fiona’s eye caught Luna’s gown of Four Seasons Silk–rare, weightless, and costly. The fabric floated around Luna’s lithe figure, framing her like a sun–warmed peach begging to be tasted.

Luna’s smile sounded in her voice. “Ms. Fiona, Lord Soren is bathing. Please wait a short while.”

“Thank you.” Fiona stayed where she was, veiled eyes fixed on the lacquered doors that had closed behind Soren. The torchlight along the corridor flickered, throwing restless shadows across her hem.

She understood his game. He wanted her to feel the minutes stretch, to taste apprehension the way a vintner swirls wine before committing to a sip. Yet she also knew he would never let petty spite delay what mattered. That knowledge steadied her spine, though fatigue tugged at

her lashes.

After at least half an hour, drowsiness gathered behind her eyes. Just then, Luna’s gentle voice drifted through the doorway. “Ms. Fiona, please come in.”

Inside the bedchamber, a thin mist of heated water drifted like morning fog. Soren had discarded his usual coronet; a single ribbon tied his hair back, lending him a raw, untamed ease that tempered the noble polish he normally wore like armor.

“Lord Soren, when I dress you tomorrow, what if I use the agate crown?” Luna asked, voice low and musical. “I imagine it will suit you perfectly.”

It dawned on Fiona that nearly every detail of Soren’s daily life rested in Luna’s hands. In households like his, a young lord was always attended by women–maids if not concubines. Care administered day after day could lure any man into surrender.

Though she had never met Luna in her previous life, the air between the two in front of her glimmered with unspoken history; the tension was subtle yet unmistakable, like a note of sandalwood smoke that refuses to disperse.

There is a story here. Fiona studied them both.

She drew a breath and began her report. “I was the one who invited Rebecca tonight. The figure who appeared at the Lawson residence on the outskirts some days ago was most likely Samuel Turner.” She laid out the trail, point by point, before finishing, “Which means that tonight, Samuel will search every location he deems promising for the Indictment Scroll.

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Since he knows the affair better than anyone, following him could save you valuable time.”

Soren regarded her in silence. At length, he summoned Quentin, murmured instructions too low to catch, and Quentin departed at once.

Luna offered a genial smile. “You waited so long, Ms. Fiona. You must be tired. May I pour you a cup of Tregothnan tea brought from Jexburgh?”

“No trouble, Luna,” Fiona answered, lifting a hand in polite refusal.

“Is there anything else you wish to add?” Soren asked, eyes unreadable.

Fiona weighed whether to reveal that Princess Helen might have been manipulated.

Before she could speak, Soren’s voice cooled. “Luna, please see Ms. Fiona back.”

The moment passed. Fiona held her tongue.

At the threshold, Luna fastened Fiona’s veil with gentle fingers. “Take care on your way home, Ms. Fiona.”

Fiona inclined her head in thanks.

Luna hesitated, then said softly, “Lord Soren has never bowed to anyone’s feelings. Please don’t take his manner to heart.”

Fiona studied the other woman’s face, a faint smile tracing her lips. “I heard the Zonfrillo Estate once considered installing you as his consort.”

Luna blinked, then let out a small, accepting laugh. “That was long ago, I made a grave mistake and disappointed him. That thought is gone now.”

“If you had not erred, would he have accepted?” Fiona asked quietly.

She already suspected the answer, but the question hung between them like the final note of a song fading into the night.

A young lord of Soren’s rank was rarely without concubines. In the glittering halls of the Zonfrillo Estate, such arrangements were made almost before a boy could shave.

Penelope had therefore scoured the capital for a suitable beauty, and Luna–an unknown girl from Broadmoor–was clearly Soren’s own suggestion, however politely his mother dressed it

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Then Luna slipped, offended some silent rule, and the plan fell apart as quietly as it had

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