Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: ’Mommy Issues.’

"W-W-Wh..."

"All his things should be moved at once," Heinz said firmly, his voice cutting through the stunned silence like a blade. "And when I say all, I mean everything."

Florian watched Delilah’s expression twist into something caught between horror and disbelief. Her lips trembled, and her hands clenched at the hem of her apron.

’Ah. She looks like she’s about to break,’ Florian thought with a quiet sigh, already resigned to the chaos that had followed them here. Heinz, of course, continued as if none of it was worth acknowledging.

"Wait... wha—"

"I want this room to look exactly like his former one," Heinz added, scanning the room with a calculating gaze. "Though, of course, this room is significantly larger. He can decide what to do with the extra space."

Delilah’s face paled further with every word. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The woman looked moments away from passing out. Florian couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed with her—this time, anyway. He was just as stunned, just better at hiding it.

’She’s just saying what I’m thinking anyway...’ he mused bitterly.

It had all happened so quickly.

The moment Heinz had declared Florian would be moving "now," he had a butler summon Delilah without giving Florian a chance to protest.

The other maids were undoubtedly busy being questioned by Lucius and Lancelot, but Delilah, as the head maid, had been personally pulled away. The urgency of it all had left no room for resistance.

Then came the magic.

Heinz had used his own magic—a rare sight—to instantly transport both of them to the king’s personal wing of the palace. Or as Florian had just learned, the Obsidian Hall.

Reserved solely for members of the royal family, it was a place rarely visited by outsiders. Just stepping into it had sent an anxious chill down Florian’s spine.

’I still don’t like the idea of moving here but it’s not like I have a choice.’

And then came the final blow.

"Your Majesty, t-this... this was your mother’s room," Delilah finally managed to stammer out, seizing her chance while Heinz was still distracted, inspecting the expansive chamber.

"Right it is," Heinz said simply, brushing a hand across the edge of a table without so much as a flinch.

Florian’s mouth went dry.

’What?’

He barely stopped himself from saying it aloud.

’The whole reason the original Florian got the cold shoulder was because of his mommy issues. He didn’t want a queen because of his mommy issues. So why is he suddenly giving me—no, lending me—her room?’

Delilah looked like she had stepped into a nightmare, her eyes wide and wild, her breath shallow.

And despite everything, Florian found himself feeling... sorry for her.

He didn’t like her. The woman never hid her dislike for him. But seeing her so unmoored like this tugged at something in his chest.

"There’s... a lot of rooms here. I-I do not understand. And even if—why is he moving here?" she asked, voice cracking, as her trembling hand pointed at Florian with open disbelief.

Florian braced himself, fully expecting Heinz to deflect or spin a lie. But the king, to his surprise, answered honestly.

"There have been several attempts to harm Florian," Heinz said bluntly. "He was targeted during the kidnapping, and poisoned during the ball."

"Poisoned?" Delilah’s voice shot up an octave, her eyes darting to Florian in alarm.

Of course, she didn’t know. No one did. Only those who had been there—Heinz, Lucius, Lancelot, Cashew, and Florian himself—were privy to what had really happened.

’If only it was just poison,’ Florian thought grimly. ’I wish it was. I wish I could forget how that aphrodisiac made me feel...’

He clenched his jaw, the phantom sensation crawling over his skin.

’Don’t even get me started on that dream. The worst part was—it was about him.’

He shoved the thought away just as Heinz continued, his voice taking on a darker tone.

"And today," he said sharply, "before the summit presentation, someone sabotaged the outfit Drizelous made for Florian and broke into his room. His notes were stolen."

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Delilah’s face crumpled. Her eyes no longer carried just shock—they carried guilt. Or fear. Florian wasn’t sure which.

’Oh?’ His gaze narrowed slightly. ’Doesn’t she look...’

The woman was sweating. Actually sweating—in a palace where the temperature was kept chilly and crisp. Her trembling had only worsened.

’A bit too nervous?’

Florian couldn’t be sure. The rational part of him knew it could just be the weight of the information crashing down on her. But the other part—the wary, paranoid part—was now alert.

He stepped closer, and his tone turned razor-sharp. "In case you’re thinking of saying anything more, Delilah... I am not looking for anyone’s opinion right now. Just get some people to move his things. Now."

’Well, she definitely hates me even more now,’ Florian thought, lips twitching in a bitter almost-smile. ’But I really wonder...’

’Could she be involved? Is Delilah connected to whoever’s been trying to get rid of me? Or is she the one pulling the strings?’

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