Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 269

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

**Chapter 269: Spending the Night With Silas**

Once the last corner of the house was tidied up, Maurice wasted no time in urging Marcus to ensure that Emma, Silas, and the rest of their companions found some rest.

Marcus had come to realize that his father’s injuries were nothing more than an elaborate charade, a deception meant to shield him from the truth. With a sigh, he exchanged a handful of beast cores with Silas for a few precious Beast God Flowers. He tossed them to Maurice, a silent gesture of camaraderie, before making his way out.

As they approached Marcus’s home, Emma’s eyes widened in delight.

The atmosphere was warm and inviting, like a gentle embrace. Towering mountains framed the area, and a lively stream danced nearby, its waters glimmering in the sunlight. A small waterfall tumbled into a crystal-clear pool, surrounded by a riot of bright, delicate flowers that seemed to sing with color.

Not far from the glistening water stood Marcus’s home, a charming three-story villa with pristine white walls. The exterior was adorned with playful, hanging plush toys that swayed gently in the breeze, lending the place an air of whimsy.

Beside the villa, a seesaw and a merry-go-round beckoned, alongside an assortment of playground equipment. It felt more like a whimsical theme park than the dwelling of a warrior, a stark contrast to the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the underworld-style room he had previously inhabited.

Corvin stared at Marcus in astonishment, his expression a mix of disbelief and admiration. “Marcus, I had no idea you had such an eye for decor,” he remarked, his voice tinged with surprise.

Marcus pressed his lips together, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his demeanor. “My parents created this place when I was just a child. I stopped living here once my powers began to spiral out of control,” he confessed, a trace of nostalgia in his tone.

He had cherished those innocent days, filled with laughter and carefree moments.

“I really like it,” Emma chimed in, her smile brightening her face. “When we return, let’s revamp the manor. We can transform it into something that reflects our style.”

After exploring Marcus’s childhood home and soaking in the warmth of its memories, Emma felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.

With everyone aware that Silas was destined to be her mate, there was no competition for her attention, allowing Silas to remain close at her side.

Marcus had thoughtfully arranged for Emma to occupy the largest room on the third floor. Though it lacked the opulence of her chamber back at the manor, it was still inviting and comfortable.

The furnishings had all been replaced with new items, as per the Grand Elder’s instructions, lending the space a fresh and vibrant feel.

As soon as Emma stepped inside, she leaned against Silas, seeking his warmth.

“I could really use a bath,” she murmured, her voice languid and tinged with the weariness she had carried for days.

“I’ll carry you,” Silas replied softly, his eyes filled with affection.

With gentle care, he lifted her into his arms, glancing around the room as he made his way toward the bathroom.

Inside, he placed her tenderly on the edge of the tub, where soft towels had been meticulously arranged.

In his embrace, Emma felt like a lazy kitten, her legs dangling loosely as she leaned against him, reluctant to break the contact.

“Just hold on, Emma. It won’t be long now,” Silas reassured her.

He bent down to turn on the faucet, and soon, warm water began to fill the tub, the sound breaking the silence and enveloping the room in a serene calm.

Emma remained quiet, resting her forehead against his shoulder, savoring the steady warmth radiating from his body through the fabric of his uniform.

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