Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 362

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 362**

**Chapter 362: Celia’s Resolve**

“Not at all,” Drake responded with a cheerful grin, the door clicking shut behind him as he settled onto the bed. In a playful yet instinctive manner, he wrapped his legs around Emma’s waist, his movements reminiscent of a dragon curling its tail protectively around its treasure.

“Emma, I’m ready,” he whispered, his voice low and earnest, filled with an eagerness that was palpable in the air.

Emma, however, remained silent, her thoughts swirling like a storm within her. She gazed into the distance, lost in her own world, her mind racing with uncertainty.

Meanwhile, at the Enchanter Clan, Dahlia stepped into Celia’s room, her heart sinking at the sight before her. Celia was a vision of fragility, her injuries stark against her pale skin.

“Ms. Yates, how on earth did you end up in such a state?” Dahlia gasped, her voice laced with concern.

Celia, looking as if she had been drained of all color, managed to force a weak smile, though it barely touched her eyes.

“It’s all Emma’s fault,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “She acted with such ruthlessness, convinced that I pose a threat to her precious relationship with Malrik. She bound me with spikes, Dahlia.” She gestured to her arms, which were marred with wounds that told a story of pain and betrayal.

“Heavens!” Dahlia’s face paled further, her heart aching at the sight of Celia’s injuries. “You must be in excruciating pain! How could Emma do this to you? You’re Malrik’s mother!”

As she spoke, Dahlia rummaged through her storage band, her fingers trembling slightly before she produced an exquisite white bottle. With a gentle urgency, she poured out a pill and extended it toward Celia.

“Ms. Yates, this is a sacred medicine from our human clan. You must take it immediately! Once you swallow it, your wounds will begin to heal,” she urged, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Celia accepted the holy medicine, trusting in Dahlia’s sincerity. She swallowed the pill in one swift motion, feeling it slide down her throat. A warm wave of relief washed over her, enveloping her body in a soothing embrace.

In an instant, the wounds that had marred her skin vanished, leaving no trace behind. Celia stared in disbelief, her heart racing with astonishment. “This medicine is incredible! My injuries are gone already!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of wonder and gratitude.

Not only had the external wounds disappeared, but the deep-seated pain that had lingered within her also faded away, leaving her feeling light and free. Even Ravaryn’s holy medicine had never worked wonders like this.

Dahlia placed the bottle gently into Celia’s hands, her expression a blend of relief and guilt. “As long as it works for you, that’s all that matters. I brought two pills today—this last one is for you as well,” she said softly.

“I feel responsible for what happened. If I hadn’t mentioned that Malrik might be with Emma, you wouldn’t be hurt like this,” she confessed, her voice tinged with remorse.

“How can I possibly blame you?” Celia replied, her heart warming toward Dahlia. She had grown fond of her, and deep down, she harbored a wish that Merlin would someday win Dahlia’s heart.

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