Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 11

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

Drake’s eyes were fixed on the pair of chopsticks resting awkwardly between his fingers, his brow knitted in uncertainty. The delicate wooden sticks felt foreign in his grasp, a stark reminder of his lack of familiarity with this simple yet intricate tool.

Emma, observing his struggle, couldn’t help but suppress a smile. It was obvious he had never navigated the world of chopsticks before. Without uttering a single word, she swiftly reached for a fork, handing it to him with a knowing look. She then returned to her task of preparing another steaming bowl of noodles for herself, the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans filling the air.

The rich, tantalizing scent of fried beast cutlet noodles wafted through the room, curling its way into the nostrils of the Grand Elder. His stomach growled audibly, a sound so loud it bordered on embarrassing, and he could feel the drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.

“Ms. Emma Tibarn…” The elder cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “W-Would it be possible for you to prepare a bowl for us as well? We’re willing to pay in star coins.”

The aroma was simply irresistible. Missing out on such a meal would indeed be a crime, especially considering the Drakonids had an abundance of gems and star coins to spare.

The mention of “star coins” was like a spark igniting a flame within Emma. Her spirits lifted instantly as she set two more bowls of noodles to boil, her heart racing at the thought of potential earnings. She had noodles aplenty, and if there was a chance to make some money, she was more than ready to keep the bowls coming all day long.

As the noodles cooked, they emerged springy and smooth, enveloped in a thick, mouthwatering broth. The beast meat was surprisingly tender, devoid of any sour or gamey aftertaste. Instead, it left a delightful tingle on the tongue, a hint of spice that made one crave more. It was the kind of dish that could awaken the beast within, and Emma felt a sense of pride swelling in her chest.

Drake consumed his bowl in silence, savoring each bite, before his gaze drifted back to Emma.

This petite woman might appear fragile, but she was far from useless. Her cooking was a revelation, a delightful surprise that exceeded anything he had ever tasted at the Thalassian Palace—or even from the finest chefs of the Central Planet.

Leaning back, his voice low and languid, he asked, “How many star coins would it take for you to prepare meals like this for me every day?”

Emma froze in place. On one hand, the prospect of more star coins was undeniably enticing. Yet, on the other, the thought of providing him with mental comfort each and every day filled her with trepidation. If those sessions drained her as much as yesterday’s had, she would be left with hardly any energy to stand, let alone cook three meals daily.

And what if her own responsibilities beckoned? Being tied to the kitchen was not part of her grand plan for the future.

With a polite smile, she replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not familiar with your tastes—what if you don’t enjoy my cooking?”

After all, he was her wealthy uncle. Even a gentle rejection needed to be wrapped in silk and presented with care.

Drake’s expression darkened, his gaze intensifying as it bore down on her with quiet authority. “Fifty billion a month.”

Emma nearly choked on her own breath. Was this how the true interstellar elite operated—flinging star coins about as if they were mere trinkets?

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could articulate a single word, Drake continued with an air of calm confidence, “One hundred billion.”

One hundred billion? He tossed the figure out like it was nothing, akin to flicking a coin into a fountain. Emma’s mind raced as she contemplated whether she had been undervaluing her worth with her earlier proposition of fifty million for mental comfort.

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