Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 64

**Chapter 64: A Fortune in His Hands**

Evie leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What if you just handed it over to me? I promise, when I see her next, I’ll make it up to her.”

Emma, however, was in no position to appreciate Evie’s playful suggestion. She was slumped over the sink in the Gravicar’s bathroom, her body wracked with dry heaves that seemed to stretch on forever. Each retch felt like an eternity, a battle against her own stomach that she was losing miserably.

Behind her, Edric paced anxiously, his worry palpable. “Emma, are you really okay? We should go to the hospital. Please, just say the word.” His voice trembled with urgency, guilt gnawing at him like a ravenous creature. If only he hadn’t insisted on that meal, she wouldn’t be in this state.

“I—Ugh…” Emma managed to gasp out, her voice barely above a whisper, as another wave of nausea crashed over her.

After what felt like an endless cycle of discomfort, Emma finally stopped gagging. She waved Edric off weakly, trying to muster a smile. “I’m fine. That beast meat just… grossed me out, that’s all.”

Beast meat? More like a culinary crime against nature.

The dish had looked somewhat appetizing at first glance, but the taste had been a nightmare—like fish that had been preserved for eons, hard and rancid, leaving a foul taste that lingered unpleasantly. The stench had attacked her senses, making her head spin and her stomach churn.

Back in her days of struggle, she had never tasted food prepared by an interstellar chef, but even raw beast meat had never been this repulsive. How could anyone ruin a meal so thoroughly?

And to think that grotesque pile of sludge—something no sane person would dare consume—had cost a staggering two billion star coins. Emma couldn’t help but label it as daylight robbery.

Edric’s heart sank as he watched her face turn pale from the ordeal. The weight of guilt pressed heavily on his chest. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a fruit-flavored nutrient fluid, offering it to her with a hopeful expression. “Emma, this one tastes better. Trust me.”

Given that the auto-piloted Gravicar lacked a kitchen, this was the best he could do to alleviate her suffering.

Emma’s stomach was still in turmoil, but she accepted the nutrient fluid gratefully, downing it in a few swift gulps. Compared to that earlier monstrosity of a meal, the nutrient fluid tasted like ambrosia.

“Edric, seriously—doesn’t anyone else think that food is disgusting?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she caught her breath. It baffled her that people still lined up for that dreadful fare.

Edric offered a wry smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, it’s not exactly gourmet. But compared to raw beast meat or the bland nutrient fluid that just keeps a therian alive, it’s the best option we’ve got.”

Therians, after all, preferred the sensation of fullness, a remnant of their primal past. Legend had it that long ago, they devoured beasts whole. But as time progressed, the beasts evolved, rendering their meat inedible unless specially processed or converted into nutrient fluid extracted directly from the flesh.

A realization washed over Emma. She gently caressed Edric’s cheek, her heart swelling with affection. “Edric, if you ever want to try something different, just let me know. I’ll teach you how to cook it—or I’ll make it for you if I can find the time.”

What kind of life has Edric been leading all this time?

The thought tugged at her heartstrings, an ache of empathy. She longed to pull him into her arms, to shield him from the mundane meals he had endured.

Before long, the Gravicar came to a halt in front of the imposing Interstellar Hunter Alliance Tower, a majestic structure that dominated the commercial district.

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