Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711 Finally, Her Whereabouts

“Nope,” Jim said.

Emma knew it–he didn’t have anything here.

“What about fruit? I want something sweet, super juicy.” She pressed on.

“Nothing.”

“Snacks then? Nuts? Jerky?”

“Nothing.”

Emma set her coffee cup down on the table with a sharp clink. “Nothing at all? Are you trying to starve me?”

Finally, Jim rolled over slowly, lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a long pause, he let out a quiet, almost defeated, “I’m… hungry too.”

Emma just stared at him, speechless.

He moved his hand slowly, pulled a few nutri

ent fluid packs from the storage band, and handed them to her with a little pout. “This is all we’ve got.”

He wasn’t much of a cook and didn’t care about fruit. He usually just drank nutrient fluid. And honestly, if Emma weren’t around, ne wouldn’t even bother making coffee–he wouldn’t even heat water.

‘I don’t want this,” Emma shook her head, ignoring the packs. “I want some real food. Pastries, or fruit, will do.”

At the word fruit or pastries, Jim slowly sat up. He looked at the nutrient fluid in his hand, then back at her.

Finally, he struggled out one word. “Fruit.”

Then he disappeared from the couch without another word.

He couldn’t make pastries. That left fruit–he had to get some for her.

Less than ten minutes later, Jim was back.

He appeared in front of Emma, opened the storage band, and pulled out a huge pile of fruit. He set it down in front of her. “Tasted t. Safe.”

Emma looked at the mountain of fruit he’d brought back, and her jaw dropped. “You tried every single one of these?”

He has to go out and pick the fruit himself. That tells me he probably doesn’t eat fruit much. Herbs change every year, and some of the ruit they produce can be poisonous, while some aren’t. A beast that doesn’t normally eat fruit can’t tell which ones are safe. So when ne goes out to pick them, he has to try each one, making sure none are toxic before bringing them back to me. There are at least wenty different kinds. Isn’t he afraid of getting poisoned himself while doing it?

Jim nodded. “Safe.” He meant he’d tried every single one. None of them was poisonous. She could eat them without worrying. And they were all sweet. Anything bitter or sour, he’d tossed out.

Sure enough, nothing scared people more than pure honesty.

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Emma stared at the fruit in front of her and suddenly felt like maybe she’d gone too far. “I… I can’t eat all of this,” she said.

She’d just thrown out some random excuse, thinking she could tease him a little. She never expected him actually to go out and gather fruit for her. And not just that, he’d braved trying every single one himself.

“You can throw some away,” Jim said. He meant if she couldn’t finish it, she didn’t have to.

Then, unusually, he added, “I’ll pick more tomorrow.”

He already knew none of the fruit was poisonous. And tomorrow he’d pick more anyway.

Looking into Jim’s eyes, so honest and wide and trusting, Emma just wanted to scold herself.

I’m terrible for picking on someone so honest. But if an honest person sneaks me out of the castle, and if I don’t tease him, who else am I supposed to?

She picked out a few that looked good. Then, unapologetically, she said to Jim, “Go wash these. How am I supposed to eat them like this?”

After all, playing the bad person meant actually acting like one.

He didn’t answer but obediently took the fruit to wash it.

Over here, Lucien, Kieran, and Gaellard had spent the whole day searching. But they hadn’t found a single trace of Jim.

A little later, Calum sent a message to Lucien. The Interstellar Hunter Alliance had reported that Emma was on a Duskora, taking on

a mission to hunt a Rank 8 beast.

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