Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814 The Slowest Team Ever

Marcus‘ movements stilled.

The dry twig he had been idly twirling snapped as he flicked it to the ground with a sharp crack.

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He turned to face Emma. His peach–blossom eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at her with a deeply aggrieved expression–like a lover who had just been cast aside.

His voice came out soft and plaintive. “Ms. Tibarn, I heard everything you said.”

He raised his hand and blew lightly across his slender fingertips in exaggerated fashion, despite the absence of even the faintest mark.

“I gave my heart to the bright moon, only for it to shine on the gutter instead. The purple crystal thorn vine is dangerous. One careless move and you could get hurt. I was only worried about you,” she declared.

Jim crouched nearby in silence. Although he said nothing, his hands came to a stop the moment she spoke. He lifted his head at a measured pace. His dark, steady gaze locked onto her without the slightest wavering.

No accusation surfaced in his eyes. No complaint followed.

He simply looked at her, yet that look spoke volumes. Was my concern wrong, too?

Their combined stares made Emma’s scalp prickle. Every attempt to explain herself tangled into something worse before it could even leave her mouth.

She shot Kieran a desperate, pleading glance that clearly begged, Help/me–take over before I collapsed.

The sight of her, flustered and helpless, edged with an unexpected touch of charm, drew a quiet smile from Kieran.

He lifted a fist to his lips and cleared his throat, suppressing the laughter threatening to escape. “Alright. I understand.”

Kieran reached out and gave the back of hers a gentle, reassuring pat. “You can sit and enjoy your juice. I’ll finish this quickly.”

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a clean line of pale wrist. His movements remained crisp and efficient as he picked up an empty flower basket and headed toward the garden.

He slowed as he passed Marcus and Jim, casting a brief glance down at them. “It seems I shouldn’t let the two of you work together anymore.”

One half–dead worker might as well be fully useless.

Their expressions darkened instantly, but Kieran didn’t pause for a response.

He walked straight toward the thorny plants, a subtle flick of his fingers sending precise bursts of power slicing cleanly through the stems,

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Chapter 814 The Slowest Team Ever

Each motion flowed seamlessly into the next, swift and effortless.

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Jim glanced at him, then tilted his head slightly. His calm, unreadable eyes shifted toward Marcus, a trace of confusion surfacing within them. Was that considered slow?

Marcus lifted his eyelids lazily, catching the meaning behind the look with uncanny ease.

No hint of self–reflection appeared on his face.

“Not really,” he replied. In his view, their earlier coordination had been flawless.

One handled the overall direction while the other executed precise cuts. That, to him, embodied the essence of careful craftsmanship–slow, deliberate, and almost artistic.

Jim fell silent.

After a brief pause, his gaze shifted again as he continued to stare at Marcus, sending a second question without words.

“Why did you call me mute just now?” he asked.

Marcus understood immediately.

“Aren’t you?” He fired back without the slightest embarrassment. “You stay silent forever and expect me to read your mind. If that doesn’t make you mute, what does?”

Their wordless exchange had barely ended when Kieran returned, carrying a basket brimming with freshly picked flowers. “All done.”

He placed the basket in front of Emma with his usual clean, efficient precision.

She glanced at the overflowing basket and rose to her feet at once. “Perfect. Since the flowers are ready, we can head back.”

Emma caught Kieran by the arm and started to leave. After two steps, she halted abruptly and turned back toward Jim and Marcus, who had just begun to follow.

Her hand lifted, palm facing outward, forming a clear stop gesture. A pleasant smile appeared on her face -pleasant enough to feel slightly unsettling. “You two–stay right there,” she insisted.

Jim and Marcus froze mid–step.

She pointed to their nearly empty baskets, then gestured toward the vast stretch of flower fields behind them. Her voice carried a cool, deliberate edge. “Since you both enjoy taking your time so much, and clearly have patience to spare, go ahead and keep picking.”

“Come back when your baskets are full,” she continued, “and not a single flower is missing.”

Both men were speechless.

They looked down at the oversized baskets, each large enough to hold hundreds of flowers. Their

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