My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Kickball Match

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Zephyr’s smile widened as he glanced at Fiona. “I would never doubt Fiona,” he answered with apparent sincerity.

“When you praise me, you are really praising your own skill,” Fiona replied, voice light yet unmistakably edged. “What you trust is yourself.”

The farther Fiona pulled back, the more intriguing Zephyr found her. Most women, once he showed the slightest favor, fluttered toward him like moths to a lantern. Yet she guarded her distance as though even a shared breath could scorch her reputation. The irony delighted him.

He imagined the moment she finally surrendered, convinced she would cling to him then, begging he visit no other chamber.

After all, countless lovers had started indifferent, only to claw at one another for his attention. To him, they were interchangeable playthings, some merely carrying a higher practical value than others. Fiona would be no exception. When Zachary could no longer shield her, she would be his to amuse or discard.

With a half smile, Zephyr said, “Fiona, you’re right. I trust my own skill. Play well today, and I shall reward you richly.”

Before the match began, Fiona realized she recognized almost no one on Florence’s side. On Jasmine’s team, however, stood Naomi, Roxanne, and Mindy.

Among the princes spectating was Marcus, his gaze sharp as a falcon measuring prey.

Fiona let her gaze settle on Marcus. Because of an old injury, the prince rarely left his chambers. His skin carried the fragile pallor of porcelain kept from the sun, and his frame looked narrow enough to vanish behind a curtain. He sat, calm as still water, giving the impression that nothing on earth could rouse his desire.

In her previous life, Fiona scarcely remembered him. Marcus had glided through the palace like a quiet ghost, untouched by the rivalry that raged between the Fourth and Sixth Princes. His days had appeared perfectly undisturbed, a lake without ripples.

While Marcus spoke in low tones with Zephyr, he stole a single sidelong glance at Fiona- swift, almost casual, yet keen enough to raise the hair at the back of her neck.

Something in that brief look struck Fiona as familiar, as though she had stood beneath that very gaze once before.

She combed her memories, found nothing, and wondered if their paths had secretly crossed.

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The whistle shrilled. Fiona forced the mystery from her mind and fixed her attention on the leather kickball tumbling across the grass.

At the outset, Florence’s side trailed Jasmine’s team by five points. During solitary drills, Fiona moved with precision, yet once tossed into real play, the formation dissolved into chaos. After several frantic exchanges, she felt the rhythm slip into place–footwork steady, balance true. With every pass she intercepted, Florence’s colors crept forward, wresting momentum from Jasmine’s squad.

On the sidelines, Zephyr raised his brows. He had offered Fiona only a few pointers that morning; now she was folding those raw lessons into her game. The technique was clumsy, yes, but unmistakably there.

Against a field of noblewomen, that crude speck of mastery was more than enough.

“Perhaps taming a truly interesting bird would be the livelier pastime,” Zephyr murmured, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

Marcus betrayed no reaction–indifferent as ever, unwilling even to guess what mischief stirred behind his brother’s words.

“Marcus, I know your leg pains you, but don’t throw the rest of your life onto a rubbish heap. You are Father’s son as much as any of us. Find a woman, take a wife, raise children. Then the days will stop feeling so empty,” Zephyr said, tone half–teasing, half–earnest.

Marcus gave no answer.

Zephyr shrugged, already bored. Their elder brother drew neither their father’s favor nor their mother’s affection, and the younger prince felt little kinship with him beyond courtesy.

On the lawn, the match tightened into its decisive stretch.

Serena was a breath from scoring when Roxanne darted in, swept the ball off her toe, and stole the moment. Hurt pride festered inside Serena like a live ember.

When the ball rolled back to her minutes later, Serena hesitated, eyes flicking to Roxanne’s unguarded shin. Resolve hardened. She swung high, and leather struck bare skin. Roxanne staggered two steps, pain ripping through her leg, and collapsed onto the grass.

“Roxanne!” Naomi cried, sprinting over. The other young ladies called for time and gathered in a frightened circle.

“Roxanne, I swear I didn’t mean it–my aim slipped,” Serena said, face arranged into anxious apology.

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Chapter 95 Kickball Match

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