Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 151

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

**Chapter 151: The Taste of Trouble**

“Then, let’s make some more,” Emma declared with a spark of enthusiasm.

With the eager assistance of Lucien and Edric, Emma decided to procure yet another batch of sea beasts, tipping extra star coins for express delivery. She could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of what they would create together.

As evening descended and the sun dipped below the horizon, Silas returned home. The moment he crossed the threshold of the manor, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

His steps quickened, instinctively following the rich scent that beckoned him closer. “Emy, did you whip up something delicious?” he called out, his voice filled with anticipation.

Emma emerged from the kitchen, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she carried a tray laden with golden-brown sea beast nuggets. The sight was mouthwatering. She picked one up and, with a playful glint in her eye, held it to Silas’ lips. “Try it. Edric, Lucien, and I made them together.”

She had crafted an array of flavors—honey glaze, smoky barbecue, and a zesty sweet chili that danced on the tongue.

Silas leaned forward, his lips brushing against her fingertip as he took a bite. “Mmm. That’s amazing,” he declared, his eyes widening in delight.

It truly was a culinary masterpiece. The sea beast nuggets were delightful, but even more captivating was the intoxicating scent of Emma, which lingered in the air, making his heart race.

Emma felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. Silas had an uncanny ability to flirt, and he never missed an opportunity, regardless of the setting. “If you like it, go wash your hands. Dinner’s ready,” she said, attempting to sound composed as she withdrew her hand and turned back toward the kitchen.

“Emy,” Silas called, catching her arm gently. His voice dropped to a low murmur near her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “You didn’t forget what you promised me this morning, did you?”

As he spoke, he casually loosened the tie on his military shirt—a small gesture that somehow felt charged with an undercurrent of danger. Emma’s heart raced; she was grateful Lucien had been similarly relaxed earlier, or she might have melted into a puddle right there.

“I remember. Now, hurry up and wash your hands,” she urged, trying to maintain her composure as she nudged him toward the sink before slipping back into the kitchen.

Silas watched her leave, a frown creasing his brow. Was it just his imagination, or had she suddenly become distant? The warmth and longing he had glimpsed in her eyes that morning seemed to vanish like mist in the sunlight.

He pondered this as he made his way to the bathroom, curiosity gnawing at him.

Meanwhile, the dining room was transformed into a banquet of delights, the table set with a feast that promised to tantalize the senses. Edric, ever the dutiful friend, went off to summon Marcus.

Marcus, however, had a complicated relationship with food. To him, eating was more of a tedious obligation than a pleasure, akin to drinking nutrient fluid. Nevertheless, since the huntress had sent for him, he reluctantly climbed out of his crystal coffin.

He straightened his rumpled attire, knowing that meeting the huntress looking disheveled would be a grave insult.

Once he felt presentable, Marcus threw a weary glance at Edric. “Buddy,” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “how long until you reach Rank 10?”

Edric hadn’t anticipated that question. He frowned, perplexed. “Why do you ask?”

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