My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Childhood Teasing

Chapter 90 Childhood Teasing

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“Mind your tongue,” Elijah snapped, his voice cracking like a whip across the winter air.

“Elijah, he’s only a child–his words are innocent,” Fiona said, stepping in with a gentle smile meant to smooth the ripples.

Landon stuck out his lower lip, muttered nothing more, and retreated into a sulk heavy enough to weigh down his small shoulders.

“Do you still want to play? Come, I’ll show you how,” Callum said, planting himself between Fiona and the tension like a living shield. He threw a quick glance at Soren, then at Elijah. “You two continue with your discussion,” he added, relieved to push the decision onto someone else.

Soren did not protest. He merely crossed to Fiona, wordlessly reclaiming the emerald thumb ring from her palm; the simple motion felt strangely intimate before he turned on his heel and followed Elijah out.

Rita’s brow cinched. The way Soren had treated Fiona–handing over and retrieving that jewel as though it belonged there–struck her as almost familiar, maybe even affectionate, yet she dismissed the notion as ridiculous before it could settle.

“Mr. Callum here is a master with the slingshot–far better than his brother. Stick with him, and you’ll learn,” Fiona assured Landon. In mounted archery, Soren held the edge, yet when it came to idle diversions–cricket fights and slinging stones–Callum’s easy grin usually carried the day.

Unlike Soren, who had been groomed from infancy to shoulder dynastic burdens, Callum had tasted a slice of carefree boyhood, thanks to a mother who favored laughter over discipline.

To Fiona’s eyes, Callum often seemed the younger of the two–playful and impulsive—while Soren’s stoic composure felt centuries older.

She praised me, and it felt good–too good. Remember your place, Callum. Whatever was once possible between you and Fiona is gone. Do not, under any circumstances, overstep with Ms. Fiona.

At first, Landon doubted, yet after only a few shots, he was completely won over; Soren’s name slipped from his mind as he clung to Callum’s sleeve, begging for the next lesson.

Fiona excused herself and drifted to Rita’s side, the two women standing a short distance away, quietly watching the improvised lesson unfold.

“Ignore what Landon says; he teases everyone like that. He doesn’t truly believe you and Lord Soren are a match,” Rita murmured.

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Chapter 90 Childhood Teasing

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Fiona remained silent. Whenever Soren’s name surfaced, Rita had a habit of lifting him up while pressing others down–especially when the “other” happened to be Fiona herself.

Callum might have sworn off any thought of marrying Fiona, yet the moment she reappeared in his life, his eyes refused to let go. As he guided Landon’s small hands, Callum risked more than one secret glance her way–a furtive confession Soren had not allowed himself.

“Do you want to marry Ms. Fiona?” Landon piped up, entirely oblivious to the hush that fell.

Callum jerked back to reality, face stone–cold. “I do not.”

“Then why can’t you stop staring at her?” the boy persisted.

Callum opened his mouth, yet no sound emerged. The garden fell into expectant silence.

Rita soon noticed Callum’s gaze kept drifting toward Fiona. Though his expression stayed cool, the heat in his eyes bordered on longing.

She wondered how the supposedly naïve Callum had come to fancy Fiona. Joanna had once whispered that Winnifred approved and that Callum himself desired it, yet the rumor had faded.

Therefore, she had never taken the talk seriously. Yet, seeing him today, she had to admit the gossip held weight. His eyes alone were proof.

As she studied Callum, Rita remembered he, too, was a coveted prize. The eagerness in his posture told her the door to that alliance remained ajar.

If Fiona married Callum, the benefits to the Niven family were obvious. Helping Elijah rise meant securing their unborn child’s future. Rita dared not ignore that.

The calculation brightened Rita’s mood. She murmured to Fiona, “I’m feeling weary. Stay here with Landon and keep him company while I take a short nap.”

Fiona nodded, maintaining a polite distance. Only when Callum’s pebbles arced across the sky in brilliant flashes did she clap in delighted surprise. Her applause stole his attention. In that instant, his aim faltered. The pebble veered wide, and Fiona’s soft laugh drifted through the garden.

Peach trees swelled with tight buds about to burst, their pastel promise painting the air. Even

the scene could not rival the radiance that clung to Fiona.

Callum jerked his gaze away.

Do not stare at what is forbidden.

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