Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 127

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

**Chapter 127: Messaging**

“This isn’t just some session for mental comfort. I promised you dinner, and I intend to keep that promise.”

His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitating as if weighing the gravity of his words.

Since the moment Drake had left, Emma’s image had been etched in his mind, a haunting presence he couldn’t shake off.

He found himself consumed by thoughts of her, an inexplicable pull drawing him back to her.

All he wanted was to see her once more, to bask in her presence, even if just for a fleeting moment.

When she took longer than expected to respond, he hastily typed out another message. “I’ve got a bounty of fresh ingredients. Would you be willing to cook them for me?”

Cooking was something she adored. Surely, that would bring a smile to her face, right?

Emma stared at her screen, her brow furrowing deeply in confusion.

What did he mean by that?

He was inviting her to dinner, yet he expected her to prepare the meal herself?

What kind of nonsensical logic was that?

“No time. I’m busy!” she shot back, her fingers flying across the screen.

With a quick flick, she opened her account, mentally counting the star coins Drake had sent her, assessing how many remained.

In a sudden burst of determination, she transferred every single coin back to him.

“Transfer complete. Sorry, but I won’t have time to cook for you anymore. Here’s the remainder of your money!”

With a decisive tap, she hit send, swiftly deleted his contact information, and powered off her lightcore. Then, she reached into her storage band, retrieving the black crystal that Drake had given her.

Handing it over to Lucien, she said with a calm exterior, “Drake gave me this. Please return it to him. Let him know I owe him one mental comfort session. If he needs it, he can come find me himself.”

Her tone remained steady, but a flicker of annoyance danced in her eyes.

The thought of seeing Drake again was unbearable.

Did he really believe she would cook for him?

Lucien and Edric had always treated her like royalty, never allowing her to lift a finger in the kitchen.

She was no longer that broke, desperate girl who once felt she had to please everyone.

“Alright,” Lucien replied, a soft smile breaking across his face as he examined the crystal. “I’ll make sure it gets sent to him right away.”

Emma felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“Good. I’m heading upstairs to assist Edric. Call me if you need anything.”

As she ascended the stairs, she found Edric sprawled across her bed, his shirt absent, and his serpent tail lazily coiling around the sheets like a contented cat.

The moment she stepped inside, he panicked, yanking the blanket over himself as if caught in a scandalous act.

“Edric, why are you still awake?” she teased, stepping closer with a playful grin.

She perched on the edge of the bed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

His tail shimmered with a vivid purple hue as it slithered out from beneath the blanket, wrapping securely around her waist.

“Emma,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with uncertainty, “I don’t have a powerful family like Corvin. I’m not as intelligent as Silas. And I’m nowhere near as strong as Lucien.”

His gaze dropped, a shadow of doubt passing over his features.

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