Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: ’Scarlett’s Fear’

"What are you doing here, Lady Scarlett?"

Scarlett visibly flinched at Florian’s voice, snapping out of whatever thoughts had consumed her. For a moment, she looked disoriented—like she had been dragged back into reality too suddenly. Normally, the second she laid eyes on him, she’d have something sharp to say. An insult, a scoff, or at the very least, an exasperated sigh.

But this time, she did none of that.

Instead, she cast a quick glance around the ballroom, as if checking for eavesdroppers, before grabbing Florian’s wrist and pulling him aside.

Florian blinked. ’Now, this is new.’

"Where are we going?" he asked, though he didn’t resist.

Scarlett didn’t answer, her grip firm as she weaved through the thinning crowd. Only when they reached a secluded corner of the ballroom—far from the prying eyes of nobles and the ever-watchful servants—did she release his wrist.

For the first time, Florian got a good look at her.

She wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t annoyed.

She was scared.

Something cold coiled in his stomach. Scarlett, of all people, wasn’t supposed to look like that.

’What happened to her?’

He debated speaking first, but Scarlett beat him to it.

"Did you tell His Majesty about everything I told you?" she whispered. Her voice was barely above a breath. "About... about..."

Florian already knew what she meant.

’About her not wanting to be here.’

He exhaled through his nose and shook his head. "No. I was supposed to, but I didn’t. All he knows is that you ran away after thinking you poisoned him." _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

It was the truth.

As much as Scarlett grated on his nerves, as much as he would have enjoyed watching her get what she deserved... he hadn’t told Heinz the full story. He couldn’t bring himself to.

Because in some ways, Florian understood.

Hell, he didn’t want to be here either.

Scarlett’s breath hitched. "You’re... You’re not lying, right?"

Her fingers curled into the silk of her gown, wringing it between her hands. "I-I know I was mean to you. I know. But please... why did you choose me? Why did he act like that toward me? I know for a fact that my actions shouldn’t have gotten me this position. I shouldn’t have been his partner today."

She was rambling, her voice uneven.

And that was when it really hit him—Scarlett wasn’t just scared.

She was unraveling.

Something had shaken her badly, and for the first time, it wasn’t rage fueling her words. It was fear.

Florian’s brow furrowed. "How did he act toward you?"

Scarlett hesitated, as if trying to gauge whether he truly didn’t know.

"Y-You really don’t know?"

He shook his head. "No, I don’t. So please, explain so I can try to understand."

Scarlett’s gaze darted around the room again, checking to see if anyone was listening. Only once she seemed satisfied did she whisper:

"When His Majesty and I were together earlier... before we entered the ballroom, he kept asking me questions."

Florian tilted his head. ’Questions?’

"Like?"

Scarlett swallowed hard. "He asked if I was satisfied with the kingdom. If I was mad at him. If I loathed him. If..."—her voice cracked—"if I wanted to go home."

Florian frowned.

That was odd.

But it didn’t necessarily sound bad. If anything, it sounded like Heinz was just trying to gauge where she stood.

Then, Scarlett’s next words made his blood run cold.

"And then... he asked me if I poisoned him on purpose to get home."

Florian’s stomach dropped.

’What the fuck?’

His thoughts came to a screeching halt.

’Why the fuck would he ask her that?’

The poisoning was a test. Everyone knew that. The princesses had been told that. They weren’t actually at fault.

So why would Heinz—

’She’s saying it again.’

’Fuck.’