Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 309

It was a terror that made her heart drop like a stone. Ariadne’s face turned deathly pale.

Had the spell gone wrong? Could he still see it? Oh no, that couldn’t be possible.

In the Kingdom of Etruria, a woman with an imperfect body was the worst possible bride—no matter if she were a legendary beauty or the king’s own daughter. Her market value plummeted to zero.

She absolutely could not let anyone find out. And of all people, she especially didn’t want Alfonso to discover it.

Ariadne froze instantly, like a wild animal caught in human gaze. Across the table, Alfonso rose abruptly, his face twisted in anger, and in one swift stride crossed to her side.

No, this couldn’t happen. Instinctively, she hid her left hand behind her back. He approached, and she tried to retreat—but her escape was blocked by the sofa’s backrest.

Alfonso seized her hand. He loomed over Ariadne, who was half-buried into the sofa, planting one foot onto the sofa itself and lifting her hand high into the air.

“Your stepmother still dares…!”

He stopped mid-sentence, sensing something amiss. He, too, had been living in the past. Ariadne’s stepmother was dead—long gone.

Alfonso lifted Ariadne’s hand. Skin met skin.

He thought her hand felt cold. In truth, it wasn’t—Alfonso simply hadn’t noticed how feverishly hot his own hand had become.

Instead, he asked in a low, steady voice,

“Why is your hand like this?”

Ariadne had just realized something was off.

The hand Alfonso had grabbed wasn’t her left—but her right.

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