My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Quiet Devotion

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Xavier’s Adam’s apple rose and fell, as though the very truth he carried scraped against his throat. “I was, in fact, at your wedding banquet, Fiona.”

Fiona lowered her lashes, thinking back to that noisy, lantern–lit day.

“For a time,” she confessed, “I wondered if you were really Lord Soren himself.”

Only Soren had known she adored fruit–scented carved wood, and only Soren had sketched her on her wedding morning with such startling life. Yet Xavier’s calm, almost ascetic air shared nothing of Soren’s restless spark, so she had dismissed the idea.

Besides, though Xavier handled errands for the Zonfrillo Estate, he had never seemed truly woven into its intimate circle.

He paused, the silence stretching thin, then answered, “I am merely Lord Soren’s adviser- nothing more.”

“If that is so,” Fiona pressed, “how could you describe exactly how I looked that day, and how did you know I once asked Soren for a block of silver pearwood–something I told no one else?”

“I stood at Lord Soren’s side during your ceremony,” Xavier said. “As for the silver pearwood, in our previous life he sent me to find it for you.”

In that earlier world, Xavier had been the confidant Soren trusted above all others.

“Then–how did you die in that other life, Mr. Xavier?” Fiona asked, voice gentle yet unwavering.

Strangely, she could now speak of life and death as though they were merely different seasons along the same road.

Xavier offered no reply. The hush that followed felt heavier than any answer could have been.

Perhaps the memory cut too deep. Fiona let the question fall away and instead asked, “After my death, what became of the Zonfrillo Estate?”

“What you truly wish to know,” Xavier said, meeting her eyes, “is how Lord Soren fared, isn’t it?”

She considered, then nodded. “Whom did he take as his second wife?”

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He never remarried, Xavier answered. “Since you left this world, he has remained in mourning.”

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“You mean you never saw him remarry before your own passing,” she murmured, then added, “And my mother–what of her?”

Xavier’s fingers tightened at his side, knuckles whitening. Words deserted him.

Fiona understood at once. Mother lost Vincent and then me. Of course her fate turned cruel. Even knowing she lives anew in this life, I still ache for the sorrow she once endured.

Only after a long breath did she speak again. “You traveled to Brorchester under your grandfather’s name to arrange northern grain for Soren, didn’t you? Why keep the coming war, Duke Zonfrillo’s murder, and the corruption around the grain hidden from him?”

“I may not speak of our past life to him,” Xavier said softly. “All I can do is prepare. Knowing his plan to go north, I went ahead to scout. Thus, in this life, he secured buyers half a month earlier and can send one extra convoy of grain.”

One more convoy meant ten wagons–enough, perhaps, to make any corruption inquiry

unnecessary.

“When my father traveled to Junbert, you arrived before him. Was that also to smooth his path and help his promotion?”

Xavier did not deny it. “That was part of the reason–yes.”

Gratitude warmed her voice. “Thank you, Mr. Xavier.”

“There’s no need,” he said, the words a whisper. “You saved my life in that other world. Anything I do for you now is only right. Ask no more, Ms. Fiona. I care for you deeply, yet I have never wished to possess you. If, in this lifetime, you live safely and happily—no matter whose hand you hold–I will rejoice.”

Fiona’s cheeks warmed the moment the words “I like you” slipped from Xavier’s otherwise strict lips.

Her heartbeat, usually calm as a still pond, stumbled into an excited staccato.

She had always labelled him a solemn, rule–bound man, the last person she would imagine harboring a secret, forbidden love for his superior’s wife in that other lifetime.

Yet even then, boundaries mattered to him. He never allowed the yearning to spill into her life, never disrupted the fragile order she relied on.

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That restraint, that kindly vigilance, touched her. A small, steady flame of gratitude took hold, throwing soft light over memories that had once felt cold.

“I refuse to walk the old road again,” Fiona said, voice quiet yet firmly set. “If joy never came to me before, why gamble for it now? Strip Lord Soren of his fine face and gilded rank, and he is worth less than many ordinary men. Looking back, my affection was for his glitter, not the man. I never truly knew him.”

“Everyone around me hailed him as the perfect bridegroom. With so many young women scrambling for his notice, how could I not be drawn in, eager to win the best prize? But that chase existed only in my head. I poured feelings into a shadow, let my moods rise and fall with a stranger’s smile. Love requires knowing, and I knew nothing,” she continued.

Xavier listened without a word, his silence a curtain neither approving nor denying.

Since discovering they had both been reborn, Fiona and Xavier found themselves meeting often, their secrets stitching a private alliance between them.

The capital remained lively while Alexander lingered in Jexburgh, and the swirl of visitors kept the Luthor Estate buzzing from dawn to dusk.

“Over lunch I told Lord Soren that I already have a husband,” Fiona said later, lingering by the lattice window. “He is bound to ask who. Whom shall I claim, Mr. Xavier?”

“Say it is me.”

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