My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 236

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Even if Zephyr did claim the throne, he would not outshine the Zonfrillo Estate–not for a long while.

Fiona discovered the proof of that when she next met Soren. He had already slipped his own men into Marcus‘ travel retinue, hidden in plain sight.

Marcus let him do it on purpose, she guessed, a flicker of admiration warming her chest.

“If Lord Soren presents the request, I am sure His Highness will oblige,” Fiona said, keeping her tone politely neutral.

“Do you not find him… unusual?” Soren’s eyes narrowed with quiet amusement.

Fiona’s pulse leapt, though her expression remained serene. “Why do you say that, Lord Soren?”

“Otherwise,” he murmured, studying her like a puzzle, “why did you approach him in the first place, Fiona?”

Her heartbeat drummed so loudly she feared he could hear it across the quiet courtyard.

“I sought out the Third Prince,” she answered after a measured breath, “not because I believed him extraordinary—”

“But because of Cecilia, then?” Soren interjected, voice soft yet sharp enough to slice through any remaining pretense.

Fiona saw from the glint in Soren’s eyes that he already understood about Cecilia and Marcus. She offered no denial, yet she remained tight–lipped, withholding every scrap of further detail.

“Cecilia is in Jexburgh now, isn’t she?” Soren asked, his voice casual, his gaze razor–sharp.

“Because he had raised the question at all, she knew he had already done the math.

Fiona gave a small, confirming nod.

Catching the wariness flickering in her eyes, Soren softened his tone. “I’m not putting you on trial,” he said gently. “We’re merely talking.”

Ever since he had confirmed that, in another lifetime, he and Fiona had once been husband and wife, his feelings toward her had shifted in subtle, irretrievable ways.

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He already owed her more than he could say: she had saved Alexander’s life, and marriage to her would now meet no resistance.

Soren had even told his father everything, laying his own intent bare.

Fiona, for her part, had guarded the secret of her rebirth from everyone–even Meryl–yet she had entrusted it to him for the estate’s sake. How could he not be moved?

Tenderness uncoiled inside him, impossible to restrain.

“Whatever you

wish to say in the future, tell me without fear,” Soren murmured. “Once the door is shut, the words belong to us alone.”

In the previous life they had parted ways, but that ending would never repeat; whatever storms awaited, the matters of a young couple were theirs alone to resolve.

“Has Duke Zonfrillo made every preparation?” Fiona asked, her voice steady.

“Broadmoor is already gearing up,” Soren replied without hesitation. “Once this shipment of provisions arrives, everything will be in place.”

“You stayed in Jexburgh to guard against the Fourth Prince’s next move, didn’t you?” Fiona ventured, aware that even foreknowledge could fail.

“If I went to Broadmoor as well, Cornelius would smell a trap,” Soren said. “And once he grows wary, he’s almost impossible to catch.”

Fiona understood. Cornelius‘ clandestine dealings with the Steppe Nomads were damning; the Zonfrillo Estate would never waste such leverage. Turning the scheme back on him was exactly their style.

“In the last life,” Soren asked quietly, “since you never learned who the new emperor was, did you die young?”

The question could not have been more awkward, yet Fiona no longer minded the topic of her past.

She nodded once.

“Was it an accident?” Soren pressed, brows drawn.

She nodded again.

Soren gave a dry, crooked smile. “Then your new husband was no man to rely on after all.”

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The thought of Xavier pricked at him, and he could not resist twisting the knife while the opportunity stood.

Fiona sighed inwardly. Having claimed to have remarried, she had no choice but to let him mock a husband who never existed.

“By the way, Lord Soren, how did you discover that Brorchester could spare so much grain?” Fiona asked.

One convoy might seem small, but over six months the total was sizable, and every kingdom kept watchful eyes on its granaries.

Soren’s eyes glinted. After a brief pause he answered, “I have had people watching the routes for some time. Even within Brorchester, the Zonfrillo Estate has its share of eyes.”

Fiona asked no further.

“When this rush is over, I’ll take you to Broadmoor,” Soren added. “I can’t say whether you’ll endure it–the place is harsh, nothing like the comforts of Jexburgh–but I want you to see it with your own eyes.”

Was fate trying to finish the wish I had left unfinished in a former life?

She had only ever cared about Broadmoor because Soren had been there. Without him, its windswept plains were nothing but distant geography.

Reborn and tempered by a full year, she had finally set that yearning aside. All she wanted now was to keep the people she loved within arm’s reach.

Once Alexander’s entanglements were resolved, she would bid Soren a peaceful farewell–no bitterness, no regret.

Until then, patience was her only task.

May heat shimmered over the stone walks, and Fiona folded every winter cloak into cedar- scented chests.

Trouble stole her appetite; even the finest rice tasted dull.

Her cheeks hollowed, her shoulders sharpened. She rarely passed the gates of the Niven Estate, slipping out only for brief visits to the quiet tea house she favored.

Meryl counted the journeys and found none beyond those modest trips.

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Chapter 237 Summer Restlessness

Chapter 237 Summer Restlessness