Second Chance His Unending Love (Calista Hartwell) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Killian couldn’t stomach a single bite.

He forced himself to take slow sips of lemon water, the acidity barely cutting through the heat building in his

chest.

Fiona set down her fork after two polite bites.

“I’ve heard about your son,” she said evenly. “I’m fine with that. No issue. But what about my two boys? Can you handle them?”

Killian choked on his lemon water, the liquid burning his throat as he nearly spat it across the table.

He stared at Fiona in stunned disbelief, the glass trembling in his hand as it clattered against the tabletop. “You? Have two sons? I was told you’re single and

unmarried!”

“I am. Never dated. Never married,” she replied calmly. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have children. Both are from a sperm bank. One’s six. One’s ten.”

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A searing sense of betrayal washed over Killian.

Raise someone else’s kids?

Was he insane? No way!

Across the aisle, Stephanie, sequestered in the adjacent booth, could barely contain her fury.

The matchmaker had painted a flawless portrait: the Sullivan heiress, a wealthy, unblemished young lady with no encumbrances.

In reality, she was a mother of two-hardly the “pure” partner Stephanie had envisioned for her son.

To Stephanie, this was little more than promiscuity in fancy clothing.

If not for the Sullivan family’s towering influence, she would have stormed over and torn into Fiona without a second thought.

Fiona watched Killian’s face contort through a spectrum of emotions-shock, anger, humiliation-and found it thoroughly amusing.

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Her cousin had been right to urge her to come; this date was far more entertaining than she’d anticipated.

She let out a sharp, scoffing laugh, her tone laced with unapologetic contempt.

“What? A double standard? It’s fine for you to have a child, but not for me? Do you really delude yourself into thinking you can land a young, refined socialite in this circle with that attitude? Those girls are young, not stupid. Stop daydreaming.”

Fiona’s fearless dominance stemmed from her gilded upbringing—and the unwavering backing of powerhouses like the Hayes family.

In front of her, Killian’s usual arrogance crumbled, leaving him feeling small and outmatched.

Across the restaurant, Calista, Olivia, Bradley, and Susan watched the scene unfold, their gazes sharp with quiet

amusement.

It was a silent chorus of “what goes around, comes around”-Killian finally getting a taste of his own

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medicine.

Killian squeezed his eyes shut, a strange, fleeting longing tugging at his chest.

For a split second, he found himself yearning for Calista’s gentle deference.

In the end, Killian bit back his anger.

He couldn’t bear to let Calista and Bradley witness his humiliation any further.

Gritting his teeth to smother his rage, he forced a practiced smile of acquiescence. “I can accept all of this. What other demands do you have of me?”

Fiona arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a faint, satisfied smirk on her crimson face.

“My only requirement is that you’re fully available— emotionally and physically. Cut ties with every fling, every admirer, every loose end in your life.”

Killian fell silent for a beat.

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Before he could respond, Fiona pushed back her chair and stood. She slid her sunglasses onto her nose, flipping her cascading wavy hair over one shoulder with a lazy

flick of her wrist.

“Mr. Frost, take your time to consider. I’m pressed for / time—I have another engagement to attend.”

Killian felt like a head of cabbage being inspected at a market, his pride bruised and his patience frayed.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened, forcing a stiff smile.

“No problem.” He had no one to cut ties with, anyway.

“Good. Then I’ll grant you a chance to pursue me,” Fiona said, turning on her heel.

Killian’s brows furrowed deeply.

After enduring all this humiliation, he’d only earned a

“chance” to chase her?

Middle-aged blind dates were meant to be pragmatic, driven by mutual benefit.

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This woman, with all her demands and flaws, expected him to court her like a lovesick young man?

He’d never chased anyone in his life—not even Calista.

However, Fiona paid no mind to his inner turmoil, vanishing around the corner without a backward glance.

Killian hurried to catch up, seeing her to the elevator before storming back to his booth, his face clouded with

thunder.

Stephanie slid into the seat across from him, shoving Fiona’s leftover plate and glass aside as she picked at a new dish.

Her tone was venomous. “That woman is insufferably arrogant. Forget her. Plenty of women in this world. We’ll find someone with better breeding-and better temperament than Calista.”

Killian said nothing, his expression remaining grim. He sipped his sour lemon water in silence, unable to stomach a single bite more.

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At Calista’s table, the meal had long since ended.

She pulled out a delicately crafted scarf-carefully selected days earlier-and handed it to Susan as a token

of thanks.

They’d likely not dine together again, and she wanted to express her gratitude for Susan’s kindness.

The four stood and made their way to the restaurant exit.

Calista hadn’t driven that night; Bradley had picked her and Olivia up.

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