My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 Summit Negotiations

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As soon as the carriage door swung open, Fiona chose plain speech over pleasantries. “Harriet, have you settled on a plan for the new storefronts?”

“I’ve given orders to open a single shop first. If sales go well, we’ll add branches north and south of the city. Should the venture lose money, you won’t bear a penny of the loss. Lord Soren insists it counts as your fee.”

Soren’s generosity had strings. He knew Morgan’s recipes ensured that Snow–Glow Cream would fly off every shelf.

“Thank you, Harriet.” Fiona dipped her head in quiet gratitude.

Harriet then said, “However, the profits will have to be a thirty–seventy split.”

It was not ideal, but partnering with Harriet spared Fiona endless headaches. A smaller slice of a grand pie beats baking alone.

The ascent ended before they realized it; moments later, their sleds crested Frostenden Peak.

Along the trail, crystal sculptures had already amazed them, yet the summit’s creations humbled even those. Under a high sun, the carvings gleamed so flawlessly that no one could tell where ice ended and polished emerald began.

Harriet gestured toward the lodge doors. “Food will arrive shortly. Rest inside for a bit, Fiona.”

A broad bed faced the open window, yet the room held a cocooned warmth. From that vantage, the world below unfolded in tiers of white so exquisite it seemed painted by seraphs.

Entranced, Fiona leaned on the sill, oblivious to the sound of footsteps behind her.

The newcomer, sensing her reverie, remained silent.

In shedding her cloak, she had revealed a travel dress that hugged her frame for ease of movement. The pose curved her hips, cinched her waist, and lifted her chest with a grace at once innocent and striking.

Soren had long known she possessed a dancer’s silhouette, yet he could not decide whether she flaunted it deliberately or merely by accident.

The sight dredged up Soren’s fevered dream from the previous night. In that dream, she had looked over her shoulder with languid, smoky eyes and settled beneath him with docile surrender–only to wrinkle her brow moments later and pout. “No more. I’m tired.”

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Even her complaint had felt like temptation.

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“You’re too heavy,” she had protested, giving his chest a half–hearted push. When he failed to move, she broke into a playful smile. “If you want another taste, you’ll have to beg.”

He remembered the way he had swallowed his pride, bowing to kiss her softly like a supplicant seeking mercy rather than conquest.

She had yielded in an instant, arms rising to circle his neck, melting against him with a sweetness that was somehow both wicked and pure.

Then the imagined storm had broken–passionate, sudden, unstoppable–and her breathless murmurs had pooled in his ears, leaving him half ashamed, half aching for reality to match the dream.

“Had I realized how fiercely you could fight, Hubby, I would have lured you back to me much sooner. I can think of no man on earth who could ever rival you,” she had said in his dream.

Soren blinked, the haze of the vision retreating until his face returned to its usual composed stillness.

Yet it troubled him. The same dream had seized him twice now, and anything that persistent rarely proved harmless.

Beyond the window, Jade Mountain stretched across the horizon, its snowy spine slicing the sky while Crystal Forest split into glittering avenues below.

A lone blackbird–small, dark, determined–climbed the cold currents as though it meant to pierce heaven itself. Halfway up, its wings failed. The body tumbled, a streak of ink swallowed by the treetops.

“When a soul holds true ambition, even death loses its sting,” Fiona murmured in quiet admiration.

“To perish for a goal is worthy of praise, but reckless courage is hardly a lesson to follow.” A cool voice rang out from behind her.

Only then did Fiona realize she was not alone in the wooden lodge. The arrival belonged to a man she found difficult to like.

Soren stood framed by the door, draped in a dark ceremonial robe, emerald crown resting over hair–every inch the distant aristocrat.

Fiona offered him a shallow nod and nothing more.

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Their minds moved along different tracks. For the sake of the Niven family, she would race toward any blaze, even if it cost her everything.

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