My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Quiet Footsteps.

Chapter 68 Quiet Footsteps.

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Soren watched her haste with a faint curve of disbelief. “It isn’t as if you’re slipping away to trade vows with a sweetheart. Why the rush?”

Fiona glanced back, frustration and fear knotting inside her. “The heir of the estate has returned to Jexburgh without Naomi knowing, yet he meets me in secret. Tell me, Soren, how different does that look from a clandestine tryst?”

She pivoted, skirts whispering over the stone, and strode toward the growing echo of Yolanda’s steps.

Xit, attention fixed on the

Behind her. Soren’s expression shifted–a flicker of something unreadable–before smoothing back to tranquil indifference as swift as it had come.

Yolanda had raised her hand to push the door when it swung inward, and Fiona stepped out, breath slightly uneven.

I nearly died of fright,” Yolanda exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest. “I thought someone had spirited you away, so I barged straight into the backyard.”

Fiona’s smile appeared without effort. “The stock out front ran out. The steward sent someone

Sore, and, to spare me a dull wait, parked me in the back with a cup of tea. Let’s head

to

home. Yolanda.”

Once they had crossed the threshold of the Niven estate, Yolanda lowered her voice. “Naomi from the Zonfrillo Estate seems awfully eager to befriend you lately.”

Fiona hid the real answer–Callum’s involvement–behind a gentle shrug. She let her brow wrinkle in shared confusion, as though the question puzzled her as much as it did Yolanda.

At supper, Fiona unpacked the two lacquered boxes of Snow–Glow Cream she had purchased. One would go to Meryl, her mother. The other, she had ordered especially for Yolanda.

“Consider it my gift to you, Fiona said. “Aunt Joanna won’t object.”

Yolanda’s eyes misted with gratitude, yet a faint reluctance surfaced. “Fiona, you really don’t have to think of me every time.

Fiona laughed softly. “Now that you’re part of the duke’s household, how can I do anything

less?”

Later that evening, a young servant appeared at the gate of Bamboo Lodge. “A young lady from the Fuller Estate sent this for the young lady,” he announced, presenting a slim parcel.

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Fiona untied the ribbon. Inside lay an exquisite jar of healing salve–clearly something Soren had arranged.

Realizing this, she reached for the stick of vanishing ink he once praised and penned a flowing letter of thanks. The invisible words shimmered for a heartbeat before sinking into the She dispatched it at once.

paper.

After that, silence. Soren sent neither message nor messenger, as though the thread between

shelf. them had been quietly placed on a

When the day of the horsemanship exam arrived, Fiona’s leg had mended enough for her to mount without pain. Horsemanship prized balance and unity with the horse more than finesse of hand.

Riding with effortless grace, she earned a score that tied Naomi for first place.

The uproar that had trailed Fiona’s first–place finish in archery was still echoing through Jexburgh when news arrived of her winning horsemanship as well.

Yet a second blue ribbon so soon dulled the spectacle. Families kept coming to the Niven doorstep with marriage talk, but quality mattered more than quantity, and Fiona herself had no intention of choosing a husband any time soon.

February buzzed with only two subjects: the horsemanship exam and the Zonfrillo army’s lightning return from Broadmoor.

Emperor Aldric could not contain his joy. For three nights the Imperial Palace rang with music and torch–lit dances celebrating a victory that once would have seemed impossible against the Steppe Nomads.

Fiona received no summons to those palace revels, but when the Zonfrillo Estate opened its gates for a private banquet she accepted at once.

Naomi spotted her the moment she stepped over the threshold, excitement flaring like a candle in wind. She dashed toward Callum’s courtyard, calling. “Callum, Fiona is here!”

Across the stone board Soren’s fingers froze over a chess piece. He lifted his head, following hist sister’s voice down the corridor with unreadable eyes.

Callum’s chair scraped back. “We will finish this game tomorrow,” he said, already turning

away.

Soren watched his brother’s retreating figure, a faint frown tightening his brow, the air around him cooling by a shade.

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