My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Unspoken Yearnings

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Fiona’s thoughts leapt to Daniel. In the last life he had suffered grievous wounds saving Alexander; she wondered how fate had treated him this time. “How is Mr. Chambers faring now?” she asked quietly.

“He suffered those wounds saving Father,” Naomi replied, the laughter draining from her face. “He’s resting, gaining strength day by day. I saw Hillary yesterday–her eyes were red from tears–but at least his life is not at risk.”

Fiona paused, then let the breath out of her lungs. Not every tragedy could be outrun, she reminded herself; she carried only fragments of the past, and in every other respect she was as powerless as anyone.

“Fiona, tell me—what kind of wedding gown sets your heart racing?” Naomi whispered, eyes gleaming. “Mother fears you may hold grievances, so she insists the entire affair be arranged by the estate. When Soren dared to raise the topic, her expression all but froze.”

“As for my dear third brother, he is floating on air. The servants have noticed, too; even my own maid asked if his marriage is already settled.” Naomi could not quite explain it, but when a man was smitten, a tender glow clung to him.

That, she supposed, was what people meant when they spoke of spring in one’s veins.

Ahead, Fiona caught sight of Soren striding toward them, the afternoon sun gilding the edge of his dark cloak.

Naomi heard the same footfalls, glanced back, and shot Fiona an exaggerated wink. “Wait here a moment, Fiona. I’m parched–going for a sip of tea–be right back.”

“Of course,” Fiona replied, settling onto the stone bench.

Soren slowed to a halt beside her.

The only adornment she wore was a pair of pearl earrings that made her skin appear even paler. She had grown thinner, and the new delicacy lent her the weightless grace of mist lifting off a lake.

“Did I offend you recently?” Soren asked, searching her face.

She shook her head. “I was occupied with urgent matters. You said and did nothing inappropriate, and I’m not so small–minded as to take offense without cause.”

“Then why would you not see me?” he pressed. “Busy as you were, you might at least have

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Even to his own cars, the words I think of you every waking moment sounded unbearably sentimental. He swallowed them unfinished.

Yet the truth remained: he had thought of her constantly.

Before the situation in Broadmoor had settled, Fiona’s letters had arrived with almost military precision, each one filled with carefully numbered questions about troops, supplies, and Alexander’s health.

Her concern for the Zonfrillo Estate and for Alexander had felt, to Soren, exactly like a daughter–in–law’s dutiful watchfulness. In those moments he could almost believe they were already married.

He carried no memories of the life they had once shared, yet something inside him responded as if pulled back through time, back to a world where a wife’s steady presence had always braced his shoulders.

Then Broadmoor grew calm, and Fiona vanished, as though she had stepped behind a curtain only he could not draw aside.

Soren had grown accustomed to Fiona’s questions, which arrived as predictably as the turning of a sandglass. Yet this time the persistence in her tone sent a small current of urgency skittering up his spine.

“Have we learned who sold our secrets to the Steppe Nomads?” she asked, her words snapping through the quiet like a banner caught by sudden wind.

Soren allowed himself a rueful smile. He had hoped to speak of gentler, private things, but she steered them back to matters of state with the ease of a seasoned helmsman.

“Your granny, Princess Helen, is tangled in this net,” he answered, voice dropping to a sober register. “His Majesty will not let her remain in the capital. Even so, the Zonfrillo Estate will move heaven and earth to keep her alive.”

Though he had earned merit by rescuing Alexander, the stain of the Princess Royal’s failed intrigue still hung in the air like smoke after a fire.

For Fiona, that single failure was warning enough.

Helen might have acted out of desperation, yet innocence was far from her doorway. If every life within the Princess Royal’s residence could be spared–unlike the ending Fiona remembered–she would count herself satisfied.

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