My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Priceless Love

Chapter 170 Priceless Love

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The two were so devoted they would die for one another. That depth of feeling was priceless.

“Are

you smitten with one of those Fuller men? They are hardly handsome. We have Mr. Xavier already–perfect in every respect. Do not meet Ms. Fuller again today.” Meryl said, worried that her daughter might have taken a liking to some man from the Fuller family.

Meryl kept her posture serene, yet beneath that velvet composure every sense stayed keyed for trouble, the way a harp string quivers even after the music ends.

Fiona tapped one fingertip against her teacup, as though weighing coins on an invisible scale. “Mr. Xavier’s heart is probably already quartered out to other ladies, and Harriet asked me to sample the new menu at Serenity Towers in a few days. If I refuse her, won’t that cross her?”

Meryl answered without missing a beat. “Tell her you’re swamped with obligations and send your brother in your place.”

Fiona let out a light, theatrical sigh, then smiled. “Very well–have it your way.”

When Vincent heard the plan, he rubbed the back of his neck. “I… I think I’d better stay home,” he muttered.

Meryl shut that door before it opened. “If you stay home, do you expect your sister to go instead?”

So Vincent surrendered and invited Laurence to accompany him.

Inside the bustling dining hall, Harriet darted between tables, sleeves pinned high. The moment she heard about Vincent’s arrival, she wiped her hands, hurried forward, and greeted him herself.

Laurence took one look at their hostess–efficient, bright–eyed, pretty–and decided the rumors had not lied. Harriet’s smile flashed. “What may I prepare for you gentlemen today?”

Laurence turned to Vincent, only to find his friend’s ears burning scarlet. Vincent cleared his throat. “Choose whatever you think best.”

“Whatever I think best,” Harriet echoed, mouth curving. “Mr. Vincent, may I really serve you anything at all?”

The invitation was plain as sunlight. Anything at all? She might as well have asked whether she could climb straight into his arms.

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Vincent loathed being teased as though he were some blushing girl. Face wooden, he rattled off a short list of dishes and snapped the menu shut.

After relaying the order to the kitchen, Harriet returned and seated herself directly across from them, a breeze of confidence settling into the chair.

“Miss Fuller, it would be wiser if we kept a certain distance,” Vincent said evenly. I don’t dislike her, but Mother and the family would never embrace a merchant’s daughter. I can’t promise she’ll be safe beside me. Better to let her find a path without suffering.

Harriet laughed, clear and unoffended. “Mr. Vincent, you read this all wrong. I’m a businesswoman. Good manners toward customers–that’s the whole story. You think I’m angling for something more?”

Vincent pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Just then, the steward whispered in her ear. Harriet rose at once. “A distinguished guest has arrived. I must attend to him. Excuse me.”

Within moments, Soren strode through the doorway, presence cutting through the room like a blade.

Harriet stationed herself beside him, radiant, the warmth in her smile several degrees brighter than anything she had shown Vincent.

So quick to shine for him. Vincent swallowed a mouthful of fiery liquor that did nothing to burn away the sting. Eyes narrowing on Soren, he decided any interest the prince’s son showed could only be for Harriet’s wealth.

Soren spared Vincent a single, unreadable glance, then dismissed him from his field of vision.

At the counter, Vincent leaned toward Harriet. “Everyone bred in the Zonfrillo Estate is a strategist. Even if he courts you as a concubine, what he really wants is the leverage your family’s fortune gives him with Duke Alexander.”

Harriet blinked, then let a slow, layered smile bloom. “Of course, he doesn’t want me. But your dislike for him? Sooner or later, you’ll find yourself wanting the very same things.”

Harriet paused, thinking just long enough for the silence to sting, her lashes lowering in bored politeness. “Mr. Vincent, you may go home now.”

The casual dismissal cut deeper than any blade. Vincent’s chest tightened until it almost hurt; he stayed rooted to the flagstones, unable to move for several long seconds.

Noticing his stillness, Harriet’s confidence swelled like wind filling a sail. “If I should end up as

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