Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 120

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

**Chapter 120: In the Room**

“Emma,” he said, a gentle smile gracing his lips, “you’ve toiled away all day. You must be utterly exhausted.”

“Would you like me to assist you with your bath?” he offered, his tone playful yet sincere.

Emma’s gaze fell upon the minuscule pieces of fabric he held, swaying slightly between his fingers.

A smile threatened to break free on her lips, but she quickly stifled it.

This man had no sense of modesty whatsoever.

Even Edric had never dared to suggest such a thing.

At least Edric’s idea of sleepwear was somewhat more… conventional, revealing just a hint of skin.

But Silas?

Iwe nee.

Those scraps he was suggesting barely qualified as clothing!

“No, thank you,” she replied promptly, her voice steady.

“I’m planning to train tonight. I’ll take a bath later.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she noticed the instant flicker of disappointment that crossed Silas’s face.

He had been eagerly anticipating the sight of her in those nightclothes all evening.

It appeared that his wish would have to be postponed.

Just then, a knock broke the moment, followed by Lucien’s deep, resonant voice.

“Emma, my lady, may I come in?”

Emma froze, her heart racing as she turned slowly. A rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, turning them a bright shade of pink.

They had previously agreed to abandon that title.

Silas caught the shift in her demeanor, and a spark of realization flickered in his eyes.

So, that’s what she enjoys, he mused inwardly.

With an understanding smile, he stood up.

“Emma, Lucien has just recovered. He likely wants to have a word with you. I’ll retreat to my room and allow you two some space to catch up.”

Emma’s curiosity piqued at what Lucien could possibly want to discuss.

She nodded at Silas, her mind racing.

“You should rest early as well. I promise to feed you blood tomorrow.”

Silas sighed, a hint of defeat in his expression.

When it came to this particular topic, Emma was resolute and unwavering.

Whether as her match or her partner, he found himself compelled to follow her lead.

“Alright,” he conceded softly, his tone resigned.

He approached the door, pulling it open with a gentle motion.

Lucien stood there, calm and inscrutable, his expression unreadable.

Silas couldn’t resist a faint smirk. “Didn’t expect you to be such a smooth operator, Your Highness.”

Smooth operator?

What was he even talking about? Lucien thought, a frown briefly crossing his features as Silas brushed past him and exited.

Inside, Emma had just placed a few beast cores on the table, preparing for her training session.

Lucien stepped inside quietly, his presence commanding yet subdued.

He halted midway across the room, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“My… my lady, I…”

Words eluded him, slipping through his grasp like sand.

How on earth was he supposed to articulate everything he felt?

Emma turned to face him, and for the very first time, she truly saw him.

He stood tall and imposing, the soft light catching the sharp angles of his jawline. His brows were sculpted like blades, framing eyes that were half-lidded yet simmering with an undercurrent of danger.

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