The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 : Goddess taking control ( 2)

Meanwhile, in a quieter section of the grand ballroom, Seraphina and Ethan moved gracefully across the polished floor, their steps in sync with the waltz that filled the air.

Though elegant in motion, Ethan’s focus was clearly elsewhere—his eyes glued to the pair dancing at the center.

Seraphina sighed and finally turned her head to look in the same direction. She narrowed her eyes, and after a moment, her brows arched in surprise.

"Ethan," she said softly, tugging at his sleeve, "did you just see that?"

Ethan blinked and nodded, his jaw tightening as he followed her gaze. "Yeah... I did. And I can’t believe my eyes."

Everlyn, normally the very image of unshakable nobility, looked... angry. Her pristine, expressionless face—the one she carried like a porcelain mask—was cracking.

There was tension in her brows, a flush to her cheeks, and her lips were pressed in a way that said she was barely holding herself together.

"I can’t believe it," Seraphina whispered. "Big Sis Eve... she’s actually showing it. Not just feeling something, but showing it."

"She never even looked like that when Father scolded her," Ethan muttered, baffled. "Not even when she was fighting in the dueling arena. I thought she couldn’t show emotion, like it was locked away."

Seraphina nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting awe. "It always felt like she had emotions—deep ones—but they just couldn’t reach the surface. But now... it’s there. It’s written all over her face. Just what did that bastard Alex do?"

Ethan’s fists clenched. "Whatever it was, I swear I’ll beat it out of him—"

"You idiot," Seraphina cut in, smacking his shoulder lightly. "You’re missing the point. He didn’t upset her... it’s the fact she’s showing them."

Ethan’s mouth hung open, stunned. "She was never like this with anyone. Not even with Mother. What we couldn’t manage in years... how the hell did he—?"

"I wonder that too," Seraphina murmured with a small, almost wistful smile. "There’s something about him... something different."

Ethan turned to her slowly, brow twitching. "Not you too, Sera."

Her cheeks flushed as she stammered, "I—I was just making observations! Nothing else!"

"Yeah, right," he muttered, eyes narrowing.

Back on the dance floor, Everlyn’s steps remained steady, her expression more composed now, but something simmered beneath the surface.

Her fingers gently tightened around Alex’s hand as they moved in perfect rhythm, her golden eyes flicking up to meet his deep blue ones.

Then she spoke softly, her voice almost lost in the music.

"Tell me the truth... Are you from this world?"

Alex’s heart skipped a beat.

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. He kept his expression neutral, but inside, alarms blared like sirens.

’What the hell kind of question is that?! Did she notice something? Did I slip?’

He forced a chuckle, his voice light. "What are you talking about, Miss Everlyn? That’s... a strange question to ask in the middle of a dance."

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she looked away. "Nothing. Forget it."

Alex’s mind raced.

’No. That wasn’t random. She knows something... or suspects.’

Testing the waters, he tilted his head slightly and said casually, "Are you saying... there are other planes of existence? Other realms beyond this one?"

Everlyn’s eyes met his again, this time with a spark of curiosity dancing in the gold. "Why not?" she said. "There are gods, aren’t there? If they can exist, why can’t there be higher planes?"

Alex smiled faintly. "Well... you’re right about that."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the dim golden light of the ballroom reflecting in their depths. He leaned in just a little, his voice low and edged with curiosity.

"Then allow me to change the question."

Everlyn tilted her head ever so slightly, intrigued by his sudden shift in tone.

"Are you from a higher plane?"

For a moment, there was silence between them as the music faded into the background of their awareness.

Then, a rare and breathtaking smile bloomed across Everlyn’s face—soft, genuine, and radiant, like dawn breaking through a winter sky.

Alex felt his breath catch.

’That smile... it’s unreal.’

"Who knows," Everlyn replied, her voice almost playful. "Maybe I am... maybe I’m not."

Alex’s eyes didn’t move from her face, still caught in the spell of that elusive expression. The words left his mouth before his brain caught up.

"Beautiful." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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