My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Secrets At Dawn

Chapter 127 Secrets At Dawn

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Fiona shoved Soren toward the far side of the mattress, burying him in a pocket of shadows and gardenia. The heady scent clung to the silken canopy, sweet and dangerous, curling through the air like the first lick of summer heat.

She yanked her robe over bare shoulders, the silk whispering in panic against her skin, then slid off the bed. The moment her feet met the floorboards, she lifted her voice–steady, polite. “Granny.”

Outside the gauzy curtain, Princess Helen raised a cup of tea, her tone casual only on the surface. “I hear you were wandering about at midnight. Why not stay in your own chambers? What wild place drew you this time?”

Fiona’s mind raced. No excuse would withstand Princess Helen’s scrutiny for long, so she grasped at the faintest truth. “Mr. Xavier was still dead–drunk this morning. I worried he might choke on his own breath, so I went to check on him.”

Princess Helen’s brows lifted, sly amusement flickering. “If that is all, fine. I fear that Soren has turned your head. He belittles you, yet you still chase after him with shining eyes.”

Soren lay hidden behind the damask drapes, every word lodging like a splinter. Fiona’s pulse hammered. Yes, she had met Soren–but only for business, with no room for misplaced tenderness. She forced a light laugh. “Granny, what brings you so early?”

Princess Helen studied the young woman, a smile resting on her lips while unreadable calculations spun behind her eyes.

At length, she set the porcelain cup down, the click soft yet final. “I have matters to manage these days. Do not roam about again. Yondale may greet me with courtesy, but this city is no solid wall of allies.”

She senses trouble. Fiona caught the uneasy undercurrent. Casting a quick glance toward the hidden Soren, she asked aloud, “Granny, Pierre wronged my late uncle first, but death was a steep price. Wasn’t your hand… a touch heavy?”

Princess Helen disliked judgment, and frost laced her answer. “I meant only to teach him a lesson. Who knew he would end up dead?”

Fiona already knew that much; her question had been for Soren’s ears. “Doesn’t the whole affair seem strangely convenient, Granny?”

Silence stretched. Then Princess Helen nodded once. “His death is not so simple. Still, while I am here, you needn’t fret. If something arises, seek out your cousin, Cecilia.”

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She rose, smoothing her sleeves, clearly set on leaving before sunbreak errands. At the doorway, she paused, casting one last look toward the curtained bed before slipping away.

When Fiona returned to lift the veil, Soren had vanished—no indentation, no lingering warmth, only the gardenia hanging thick. He doesn’t take my word alone. That is why I steered the

talk to Pierre.

The Princess Royal’s residence, only a day past Naomi’s birthday banquet, felt colder than before–as though laughter had been swept out with the confetti.

That afternoon, Fiona crossed paths with Xavier once more. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks; his face, as ever, betrayed nothing, calm as a sealed scroll.

“I depart for Junbert today,” Xavier said, eyes steady on hers.

Fiona folded her hands. “If strong drink overwhelms you so easily, perhaps avoid it next time, Mr. Xavier.”

“All right.” His reply was solemn, earnest. “Because you ask it of me, I will not drink again.”

A tangle of feelings tightened in her chest. There was no bond between them, no promise that required his obedience, yet his simple vow made speculation impossible to resist.

Fiona longed for a husband who would heed her gently, the way Xavier had the night before. Yet Junbert, politics, and family weighed too heavily on her mind; this was no hour for soft

romance.

“Will Lord Soren turn his aim on you?” she asked, fingers twisting the silk sash at her waist.

“Lord Soren is no petty man,” Xavier replied, his brows drawn but his voice steady.

Color crept into Fiona’s cheeks. She realized she had flattered herself; Soren would never let a passing scandal distract him from affairs of state.

“What happened last night was my fault,” Xavier admitted, guilt clouding his eyes–though a spark of defiance still flickered there.

“It was an accident, Mr. Xavier. Please don’t burden yourself,” Fiona murmured, offering a reassuring smile.

Xavier said nothing more.

Before leaving, he carved out a moment to pore over Junbert’s maps with Soren, troop ledgers spread across a narrow table.

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