Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: ’To Be Pulled.’

"How so?" Florian asked, brow arching ever so slightly.

Heinz’s gaze flicked toward him, and for a split second—just a fraction—something shifted in those crimson eyes. A spark. A flicker. There and gone, like lightning behind storm clouds.

"I can’t say," Heinz said smoothly, voice calm as ever. "It would ruin the surprise."

Florian blinked, lips parting in disbelief. "You can’t give me even a hint?"

"No," Heinz replied, tone final. "That would give you an advantage. The test has to be authentic."

’Seriously? Advantage? I’m not even trying to win this thing.’ Florian exhaled slowly through his nose, willing himself to stay calm.

He stepped back slightly, arms folding across his chest. "But I’m only doing this because of your plan to catch a traitor. Why does it matter if it’s authentic?"

Heinz leaned back against the desk, casual and composed, as if none of this held any real weight. "Precisely because of that. If it’s not authentic, it won’t provoke the reactions we need to observe."

Then, his lips curved. Barely—but it was there.

"Besides..." he added, eyes never leaving Florian, "it’ll be interesting to see you go through it."

Florian resisted the urge to roll his eyes so hard they left his skull. Instead, he settled for a dry, awkward laugh. "Right. Glad I can still entertain you, Your Majesty."

Heinz didn’t reply.

He just... watched.

And suddenly, the room felt quieter. Not heavy like before, but suspended—like something unsaid was hanging in the air between them. Not quite comfortable. Not quite uncomfortable either. Just... something.

Florian’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then drifted sideways.

His mind wandered—back to the moment the door had opened earlier. Princess Alexandria had emerged, posture poised, expression calm and unreadable. Regal in every sense. Like she belonged there. Like she’d always belonged.

’Was she the one who came up with the idea for the test?’

"Was it Lady Alexandria?" he asked aloud, voice softer this time. "The one who thought of the test, I mean."

"Yes," Heinz answered without hesitation.

Florian blinked, genuinely surprised. "Really? Huh... I thought Lady Bridget or Lady Mira would’ve taken the initiative."

Heinz nodded, arms still loosely crossed. "Normally, yes. But Alexandria’s changed. She’s much more talkative now. More assertive than the Alexandria I knew in my first life."

’First life... right...’

A subtle shiver ran down Florian’s spine.

It was so easy to forget sometimes—that Heinz, this man standing before him, had already lived a full life. A king with memories of another timeline. A king who knew things Florian never would.

Florian’s thoughts drifted further—dangerously so.

He remembered how the original novel had described Heinz. Charming. Strategic. Flirtatious in all the right ways. The kind of man who could make a woman feel like the center of the universe just by glancing her way. The kind of man who did spend time with the princesses—especially in the earlier Chapters.

The original Florian... the one meant to suffer... would watch from the sidelines, silently enduring as Heinz showered the princesses with attention.

And not even spare him a glance.

Florian’s stomach twisted without warning.

’Wait. No. It’s happening again.’

The feeling crept up like rot behind his ribs. A tight, invisible pressure that clawed around his lungs and refused to let go.

’Why can’t this just stop? I hate feeling like this. And now in front of Heinz too?’

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress it. But it stayed.

So tangled in his thoughts, Florian didn’t even notice Heinz staring at him again.

’This bastard.’

Now Florian really couldn’t meet his eyes.

Heinz chuckled. A rich, amused sound. "So, are you saying me, the king, is just seeing things?"

’He’s pulling the king card.’

And worst of all? Heinz knew that.

He was using it to win the conversation.