Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 419

**TITLE: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 419**

**Chapter 419: Asking for Help**

Drake couldn’t shake off the glimmer of hope that flickered in his chest as he posed that pivotal question to Emma. His heart raced, and he could feel the clamminess of his palms betraying his nerves.

He glanced at her, his anxiety palpable, and noticed her brow furrowed in contemplation. The sight of her deep in thought made his stomach twist with anticipation.

Finally, she nodded, breaking the tension in the air, and said, “You can come if you want.”

Drake’s eyes widened in disbelief at her words. For a fleeting moment, he questioned his own sanity, wondering if he had conjured this reality in his mind.

“Emma, I-I could come?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze locked onto hers, desperate for her to reaffirm what he had just heard.

Please, let this be real.

Please, let her say yes again.

“Yes, you can,” Emma confirmed, her nod steadying his racing heart.

Tonight, they would be watching over Remy, and with everyone else present, having Drake there didn’t seem out of place at all.

Drake felt as though he were floating, weightless, even though his feet were firmly planted on the ground. The thrill coursed through him, and he had to suppress the urge to leap with joy.

His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms, providing a painful yet grounding sensation.

“E-Emma, I’m going to get ready! Wait for me!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over as he dashed towards his room.

He hurried away, his mind racing with excitement, terrified that Emma might change her mind and retract her invitation.

Emma remained on the couch, watching him sprint down the hallway, a bemused expression on her face.

What was it about this moment that had him so exhilarated?

Did he perhaps misinterpret her words?

In the privacy of his room, Drake flung the door open with a force that echoed in the hallway. He lunged for his wardrobe, determined to find the perfect outfit for the evening ahead.

This wasn’t just any night; he was going to be with Emma, and he needed to impress her.

He began to sift through his clothes, each piece pulled out with urgency.

“This is too plain,” he muttered, tossing aside a simple t-shirt.

“Too boring. Emma won’t like this one,” he declared, discarding a pair of jeans.

“And this is too formal,” he said, rejecting a button-up shirt.

“Ugh, that’s too old-fashioned,” he groaned, frustrated by his lack of options.

Soon, the floor was littered with rejected outfits, and he barely had any space left to stand. Yet, despite the mess, his search yielded nothing that satisfied him.

Glancing at his lightcore, he realized he still had ample time to prepare.

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