Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 135

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 135: Delegation**

Emma’s gaze locked onto Silas, her brows knitting together in concern.

“When you mention Frostveil’s people, are you implying that Marcus is actually here?”

A wave of uncertainty washed over her, and she hesitated, grappling with the implications of his words.

“And what about Drake? Why has he returned?”

A tightness gripped her chest, a visceral reaction to the thought of him being back in their midst. He couldn’t possibly be here to stir up trouble after the chaos of last night.

Silas pressed his lips together, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought to maintain his composure. “Yes, Frostveil brought Marcus.”

He didn’t elaborate on Marcus’s condition, leaving a heavy silence that felt like smoke lingering in the air, thick and suffocating.

“As for Drake…”

Silas’s voice shifted, taking on a strange, almost reluctant tone.

“He mentioned that he offended you last night. He came to offer an apology.”

Emma blinked, momentarily stunned.

“Apologize? For what exactly?”

Her disbelief was palpable, slicing through the tension in the room. After the disaster he had caused, she was astonished he hadn’t barged in demanding retribution instead.

Drake? Apologizing?

That man would rather choke on his pride than admit he had been wrong.

If he claimed he was here to apologize, it was undoubtedly just a ruse to ignite a new conflict.

Silas shook his head slowly, as if trying to dispel the absurdity of the situation.

“I asked him what he meant, but he wouldn’t elaborate.”

His expression tightened, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

“And his face… it looked odd. I couldn’t decipher him.”

“Emma,” he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity, “don’t worry. I won’t allow him to come near you.”

At that moment, Lucien straightened, his demeanor shifting to one of deep remorse.

“He’s right. Emma, I swear I’ll never touch alcohol again. I’m truly sorry about everything that happened last night.”

His tone was laden with regret, reflecting the weight of his actions.

Edric nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with sincerity. “I feel the same way. Never again.”

Just the thought of their reckless behavior made him cringe inwardly.

If Silas hadn’t handed them those leaves that morning, they might have been blissfully ignorant of the entire debacle.

And honestly, part of them wished they could have remained in that oblivion.

Edric’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He was convinced that Silas had given them those leaves on purpose—an attempt to ensure they remembered every humiliating moment of their intoxicated antics.

Yet, amidst the chaos of drunken revelry, it wasn’t the end of the world.

No one had been harmed, and Emma hadn’t raised her voice in anger.

“It’s fine,” Emma said, her voice calm and soothing, like a gentle breeze.

“Let’s just put it behind us.”

Losing control wasn’t the worst part of the night; the true nightmare lay in the morning after when the memories came flooding back.

Emma was mercifully kind, choosing not to dwell on it.

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