My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Summer Restlessness

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Meryl studied her daughter, brow lightly furrowed. “Is that tea so irresistible that you’re addicted to it now?”

Smiling, dimples soft, Fiona replied, “I’ve fallen in love with watching the tea maidens sort the leaves. Since I’m already there, I ought to support their craft, shouldn’t I?”

Meryl asked no more. She had never shackled Fiona’s whims; a happy daughter mattered more than rules.

Fiona noticed the bundles of silk and preserved fruit being packed into a wicker hamper. “Mother, are you heading out of the house today?”

Meryl adjusted a ribbon around the gifts. “Mrs. Luthor has been ill of late, and I wish to visit. She has always treated you kindly. Will you come with me?”

Concern flickered across Fiona’s eyes. She hurried back to Bamboo Lodge, changed into a lighter gown, and climbed into the carriage beside Meryl.

Victoria lay propped against embroidered pillows, her complexion pale yet her smile warm when Fiona stepped in. “I have sent every other visitor away,” she said, voice thin but merry, “yet, Fiona, I hope you’ll stay and keep me company a while longer.”

Fiona clasped the older woman’s hand, warmth passing between their palms. “Then I shall leave late today. I’ll water the flowers at your door, chat with you as the sun sets, and after supper I’ll have Mother collect me.”

“If you are willing, nothing could please me more,” Victoria replied, her relief almost childlike.

Fiona smoothed the blanket. “Are you feeling any better today, Mrs. Luthor?”

“Only a little chill from the wind–nothing serious. Forgive me for making you worry.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Meryl excused herself to attend household matters, leaving Fiona alone at the Luthor Estate.

Fiona and Victoria drifted into talk of lilies and jasmines, pruning tricks and soil. Half an hour slipped by like perfumed breeze.

Fatigue tugged at Victoria’s eyelids. “If you grow bored, Ms. Fiona, visit Xavier’s study and find a book. I’ll nap for a moment, and when I wake we’ll share supper and send you home.”

Fiona drew the curtains, bidding her rest, and followed a servant down familiar corridors to

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She had browsed its shelves before; the collection was leaner than that of Clearsky Pavilion but rich enough to wile away an afternoon.

The room felt deserted–valuables removed, a film of dust on the desk–silent testimony that its master had been gone for quite some time.

The moment she stepped into Xavier’s study, Fiona’s eyes went straight to the stack of volumes on his desk. Each carried the faint scent of ink and pine resin–evidence he had lingered over them just hours earlier.

She chose one, drifted to a sun–splashed window seat, and cracked the cover. A single sheet fluttered free like a leaf in sudden wind. She bent, retrieved it, turned it over–and froze.

The sketch showed a woman in a phoenix crown and vermilion bridal robes, every bead and tassel rendered with aching care.

She studied the face, blinked, then looked again. No mistake. It was her–Fiona Niven–drawn as the future bride who, more than a year from now, would enter the Zonfrillo Estate.

Shock rippled through her. Xavier was reborn as well. She had suspected it, yet the certainty felt unreal, like discovering a secret written in her own handwriting.

Fiona’s thumb traced the charcoal lines. She could barely recall her wedding veil, yet someone else remembered every contour of that day so vividly the memory lived on paper.

Memories surged. On that morning she had worn a silken hood that hid her features from every curious gaze.

“Ms. Fiona, Lord Soren is sneaking glances at you,” someone teased, voices muffled behind brocade screens.

“Sneaking?” the merry matron laughed. “That is bold admiration. If a groom ignores his own bride–that would be the sin.”

Back then Fiona fancied herself an unmatched beauty, untouched by the shadows of a deep household. Winning Soren’s heart had seemed as simple as breathing, so the teasing surprised

her not at all.

Soon after, Soren lifted her into the crimson bridal carriage.

“Hold on,” he murmured, his voice a low steadiness.

Her arms slipped around his neck; heat flooded her cheeks. He is my husband. Holding him is

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perfectly proper, she had reassured herself.

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