Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 619

It was nighttime.

Or at least, that was what Cindy had told him earlier.

Florian couldn't really tell.

Time had felt strange since everything happened.

Hendrix had left not long after their conversation.

Apparently, he had only excused himself briefly from Eldrick and the others to check on Florian. He couldn't stay long without raising suspicion.

But before leaving, Hendrix had promised they would talk again.

Soon.

Florian clung to that promise more than he wanted to admit.

Perhaps Hendrix had returned to keep Eldrick company. Considering Hendrix hadn't come back yet, that seemed likely.

Florian had also insisted that Cindy stay away.

He practically forced her not to return to his room.

He simply couldn't face anyone right now. Especially not someone who knew his secret.

Pregnant.

The word alone made his chest tighten.

He had skipped dinner entirely and asked Cindy to tell Eldrick he was feeling unwell.

Very unwell.

Sick enough that he needed to rest and would make up for his absence tomorrow.

Fortunately, Eldrick hadn't seemed bothered.

Most likely because Hendrix was still present to keep him occupied.

Now the manor was quiet.

Late.

Too late for most people to still be awake.

And Florian still couldn't sleep.

So he decided to walk.

Partly to clear his head.

Partly to snoop.

Because despite everything that had happened, he hadn't forgotten.

The looks on Cindy's face.

The way Elianna's maids had stiffened.

The strange tension when he mentioned Farah.

And Elianna herself claimed she thought Farah had left for the Diamond Palace.

None of it made sense.

'Something happened to her,' Florian thought. 'And someone here knows what it is.'

So now he wandered the halls, hoping to find something. Anything.

He was only wearing his night clothes and a fluffy jacket Cashew had packed for him. The jacket was soft and warm, but it wasn't quite enough against the cool air of the manor.

"Maybe I should've worn more than just this," Florian muttered quietly, rubbing his arms.

The stone floors carried the cold easily.

He could turn back.

But he had already walked quite far from his room.

And going back meant passing by the guest wing again. There was a chance he might wake someone.

He would rather avoid that.

As he walked, his footsteps echoed faintly in the empty hallways.

The manor looked different at night.

Quieter.

Almost hollow.

Florian glanced around slowly.

The halls were as empty as his ideas.

As empty as his plans.

'Did I really come out here to investigate?' he wondered. 'Or am I just looking for an excuse to move?'

Maybe both.

Either way, he needed to stop thinking about the bigger problem.

Because every time his mind wandered back to it, panic followed.

And yet…

His hand kept drifting to his stomach.

Without thinking.

Without meaning to.

Florian was painfully aware of his body now.

Every small sensation.

Every strange shift.

The faint nausea that came and went.

The heaviness behind his eyes.

His heightened sense of smell.

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