Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 262

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

**Chapter 262: The Puppet Gift**

Corvin observed Emma with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the way her hands moved with precision and care as she carved into the block of wood. There was something almost mesmerizing about her concentration—her brow furrowed, lips slightly parted as if she were lost in a world of her own creation. Seizing the moment, he quietly lifted his lightcore and captured the scene, the click of the shutter barely a whisper in the air.

He wasted no time in sharing the snapshot with the group chat, his fingers dancing over the screen as he typed, *“Emma is working so hard, and she looks absolutely charming!”*

Within moments, Marcus replied, his tone dripping with skepticism, *“Why is Ms. Tibarn just poking at a block of wood?”*

Corvin couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as he responded, *“She’s not just poking. Emma’s making a puppet! She promised me—it’s going to be a gift she’s crafting all by herself!”*

With a playful spirit, he followed up with a meme that made him chuckle, a wide grin spreading across his face as he imagined Emma’s delight when she finished her creation.

However, Marcus’ expression darkened further, his mind racing with thoughts. *Ms. Tibarn is actually going to make a puppet for Corvin?* The idea gnawed at him. He couldn’t fathom what this puppet was intended to symbolize, yet the knowledge that it would be handcrafted by Emma herself stirred a mix of envy and confusion within him. *How can she possibly give it solely to Corvin?*

Edric, who had been silently observing the chat, narrowed his eyes as he contemplated the implications of Emma’s gift. His fingers glided over the lightcore, and he decided it was time to take action. He typed with purpose, *“Corvin, Marcus—can you come over? We need to figure out who will keep Emma company over the next few nights.”* He added, *“You saw what happened last night. We can’t just barge in and force her to decide. We should plan it ourselves—assign who goes when.”*

Edric had grown weary of sharing a bed with Corvin and the others; it was time for a change.

Corvin quickly replied, *“Agreed.”*

Marcus followed suit, his response simple yet resigned: *“Yeah.”*

Kieran remained silent in the chat, acutely aware that this was not his place to interject. Yet, a flicker of longing crossed his mind as he thought about the possibility of receiving a hand-carved puppet from Emma as well.

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An hour later, in the starrail meeting room, Edric placed a carefully prepared box in front of Corvin and Marcus, his demeanor serious yet determined. *“We’ll keep this simple and fair,”* he stated, his voice steady. *“We’ll draw lots using paper balls to decide who stays with Emma. There are three balls in the box: one means tonight, two means tomorrow night, and three means the night after. If you’re ready, we can draw now.”*

Corvin’s enthusiasm was palpable as he replied, *“I’m ready!”* He reached into the box without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation.

Marcus shot a glance at Edric, his brow furrowing slightly. *“You go first,”* he urged, wanting to gauge the situation.

Edric nodded, calm and collected, as he drew his ball. Only after he had made his selection did Marcus take the last one, his curiosity piqued.

As Marcus pulled out his paper, Corvin’s frustration erupted. *“Seriously? My luck is terrible! I got three!”* His voice echoed with disbelief, the weight of disappointment heavy in the air.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, unfolding his slip. When he saw the number “2,” suspicion creased his brow. It was clear to Corvin that Edric had somehow manipulated the draw. The envy that coursed through him was palpable as he shot a glare at Edric. *“Edric, what kind of luck is that? Did you pray to the Beast God ahead of time?”*

Edric chuckled softly, amusement dancing in his eyes. *“The Beast God doesn’t concern himself with trivial matters like this. I’m just naturally lucky.”*

Marcus rolled his eyes, while Corvin groaned in exasperation. *“You totally prayed in advance. Next time we redraw, I’m praying too!”* He was convinced that fate would favor him next time.

Edric regarded Corvin’s stubborn glare and replied calmly, *“If Marcus is okay with it, I’m fine.”*

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