My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 91

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Chapter 91 Stone Among Blossoms

Chapter 91 Stone Among Blossoms

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Soren said, “It’s not serious. Bring cold water, and the swelling will fade.”

Fiona murmured, “Thank you, Lord Soren.”

Soren gave her a curt nod, then turned away without another word.

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The house still quivered with the echo of the day’s uproar. Joanna dared let Fiona continue playing with Landon. With a forced smile, she dismissed the girl, ordering the maids to guide her to a quiet chamber where she might finally breathe and rest.

Across the courtyard, Soren concluded the last of his formal negotiations. Business finished, he offered Callum only a curt nod, then turned on his heel toward the gate.

At the threshold, Callum’s brow tightened, unease shadowing his features. “Once the physician has examined Fiona, please send word to me at once,” he said.

Elijah answered with the required courtesy, yet his mind raced behind calm eyes. Callum has never fussed over any woman. His alarm today means Fiona is something else entirely–and that could be useful.

Nightfall brought a discreet servant from Rita, summoning Elijah back to her private rooms. He arrived grinning, and for several stolen breaths they held each other, warmth melting the day’s leftover tension. Only after that hush of tenderness did the conversation circle to Fiona.

Rita traced lazy circles on Elijah’s sleeve, her voice a velvet murmur edged with calculation. “From what I saw, Callum treats Fiona differently. If she marries him, your next promotion will be all but guaranteed.”

Elijah exhaled through his nose, half agreement, half doubt. “Callum certainly favors Fiona. But with your uncle banished to Junbert, a marriage would cost him too much standing.”

He spread his hands in a gesture men reserve for truths they believe obvious. Fiona’s beauty was undisputed, but beauty rarely outweighed profit in the games men played.

Elijah leaned nearer, eyes glinting conspiratorially. “Besides, I think Lord Soren’s interest in her runs deep. Did you notice his face when Callum held her hand? Storm clouds. Later, when she thanked him, he refused even a nod.”

Rita’s brows knitted. “Lord Soren’s heart already belongs elsewhere. With Ms. Roxanne beside him, he will not look at another.”

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Chapter 91 Stone Among Blossoms

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Elijah waved the objection aside with an amused flick of fingers. “Ms. Roxanne is perfect for managing a household–dignified, gracious, obedient. But when a man seeks color and spice, Fiona’s fire is far more tempting. Believe me, there is not a man alive immune to that pull.”

Ice rimed Rita’s next words. “You assume everyone mirrors your appetites.”

Moments ago, they had rediscovered warmth; now the fragile peace fractured once more. Elijah gave a lazy laugh. “Wait and see. Soon enough, Lord Soren’s courtyard will shelter more women than camellias, and Ms. Roxanne will smile while losing the battle.”

Rita lifted one eyebrow, skeptical. “Or perhaps you simply think my sister is lovely,” she shot back.

Elijah tilted her chin, voice gentling. “Why are you jealous? Not in the least. Yes, your beautiful, but she cannot rival you–Duke Niven’s own daughter.”

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Some of the frost melted from Rita’s gaze, but caution lingered. Even obedient Elijah kept other women. Soren, powerful and striking, would drown in suitors; amid such variety, one would surely capture his wandering eye.

And when that happened, Roxanne–ever the picture of saintly tolerance–would have to greet the newcomer with a smile that tasted like iron.

With a sigh, Rita changed tactics. “If Fiona chose Callum, it could be pleasant enough. He’s the sort who softens when cajoled; a few sweet words and she could steer the entire household.”

Elijah’s attention drifted toward the dim windowpanes. “Unless they’ve already shared the marriage bed, I doubt it will come to pass,” he said absently.

Rita fell silent, thoughts gathering like storm clouds. “I want Fiona’s marriage to aid me, but I won’t gamble her virtue. The Niven daughters do not war among themselves.”

Elijah held up both hands in quick surrender. “I only meant the affair is difficult, not that you should entrap your sister,” he assured her.

Over at the Zonfrillo Estate, neither Soren nor Callum spoke further; choices once forged in iron would not melt after a single conversation.

That night, however, Callum could not sleep. He tossed beneath the sheets, rolled to one side, then the other, until restlessness drove him from the bed.

The midsummer air had lost its bite; night felt almost gentle. Moonlight drenched the lake, turning its surface into shifting silver scales, while distant crickets stitched whispers through the silence. Callum practiced sword forms until sweat cooled on his skin, and only then did his thoughts settle into uneasy calm.

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