Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 134

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 134: Handed Over**

As the last of the chaos settled around her, Kamna finally let out a deep breath, the weight of the night lifting slightly from her shoulders.

Bilas, with a firm grip, carried away the two mischief-makers, his patience wearing thin as he ushered them into a random quest room. The audacity of them, failing to protect their huntress yet expecting a peaceful resolution! It was utterly unacceptable.

Upon his return, Silas found Emma already hard at work, directing the cleanup bots with an air of determination. The remnants of the earlier turmoil scattered around them, a stark reminder of the chaos they had just endured.

“Emma,” Silas called out, stepping closer to her, his voice laced with concern. “You should go get some rest. I can handle this.”

She moved aside, but her feet remained planted. Her gaze lingered on him, watching as he worked with an efficiency that spoke volumes of his experience. Each motion he made was calm, precise, and deliberate.

“Didn’t you mention you had a meeting tonight?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with curiosity.

“Why did you come back?”

Silas turned his head, his expression softening as he met her gaze.

“I had a surprise for you,” he replied, a hint of warmth in his voice. “I couldn’t wait until morning.”

Her heart swelled at his words. It was a good thing he had returned; the thought of facing the aftermath of that ordeal alone sent shivers down her spine.

Once the room was finally restored to its former state of order, Silas gathered the fallen dragon scales that lay scattered like forgotten treasures, presenting them to her with an earnest expression.

“Keep these,” he instructed gently. “Tell Corvin to use them for your mech.”

The rank 11 dragon scales were a rarity, a treasure beyond measure in their world. Emma nodded, accepting them with a sense of responsibility.

“Alright,” she said, her mind racing with possibilities. If Drake decided to come back for them, she would return them without hesitation. But if he didn’t, they would be hers to keep.

Silas’s tone shifted, the seriousness returning to his demeanor.

“If anything like this happens again, you must call me immediately. Even if I can’t arrive in time, I’ll ensure help is on the way.”

Emma offered a faint smile, her heart warmed by his concern.

“I didn’t think it was dangerous,” she admitted, recalling the events that had unfolded.

Drake, while often difficult, had never been cruel. He had always kept his promises, and perhaps that was why she had felt a false sense of security. She had lived alone for far too long; her instinct was to fix things herself rather than reach out for help. Silas understood this better than anyone else.

He had intended to return to his meeting, but after witnessing the night’s events, there was no way he could leave her alone again. With a decisive thought, he switched the meeting to a virtual format, ensuring he could remain by her side.

As he walked her back to her room, his determination was palpable. He would not let anything else disrupt her peace that night.

With quiet care, Silas lifted Emma and placed her gently on the bed, kneeling beside her. His voice dropped to a tender whisper. “Emma, my flower has bloomed.”

As he spoke, a delicate blue vine slipped free from his hair, curling gracefully in the air. At its tip, a stunning seven-petaled flower began to unfurl, shimmering under the soft light like a crystal prism, casting rainbows that danced across the room.

Emma’s lips parted in astonishment.

“It’s gorgeous,” she breathed, captivated by its ethereal beauty.

The petals glowed faintly, fragile as glass, and she dared not breathe too close, fearing she would shatter its delicate form.

“Silas,” she whispered, curiosity bubbling within her, “do all your flowers grow out of your head?”

He chuckled softly, a sound that warmed the room. “Not always. I can make them bloom anywhere. I just thought it would be easier for you to pick it here.”

When she hesitated, he tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes.

“You don’t want to pick it yourself?”

Her thoughts drifted to Edric. Wasn’t she planning to give it to him?

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