"Emma, just let me hold you for a while." His warm lips brushed against her earlobe on purpose. His voice was low and soft, like a lover's whisper. "You smell so good. When I hold you, my head doesn't hurt anymore." Emma turned her head, staring at the man holding her. She looked completely shocked. She couldn't believe that such flirtatious words actually came out of Drake's mouth. Dear god. Is this really the same proud and cold man who acted like a king and wanted to rule the entire interstellar? This wasn't a collapse of mental power. It looked more like he had been possessed by some seductive demon. "Emma, do you not want to?" When Emma didn't answer, Drake's arms tightened around her waist. His voice turned low and dangerous. Emma's heart went on full alert.The Drakonid doctors had said that Drake's mental power had collapsed. His mind had regressed, making him like a child who craved security. He was stubborn, sensitive, and extremely possessive. Right now, she couldn't make him mad. She had to go along with him first. If she comforted him, he would calm down. Thinking of that, Emma slowly relaxed her tense body. She let him hold her. She even lifted her hand and gently patted the arm wrapped around her waist. "I don't mind. I'm just tired from standing." Her tone was patient and gentle, as if she were coaxing a child. "Drake, how about we go somewhere else? I'll help you with your mental comfort. It's not convenient here. Let's go back to your room." The moment Drake heard they had to move, he got unhappy. He buried his head deeper against her shoulder and rubbed against it. His voice sounded full of resistance. "No. If I let go of you, my head will start hurting again." "Okay, okay. I won't make you let go." Emma tried to calm him down while her mind raced for a solution. Soon she thought of a compromise. "Then how about this? You can hold me like this while we walk. I'll walk slowly and I won't leave you." Drake stayed silent and didn't move. He didn't seem willing. Emma spoke again, still patient. "Drake, don't you get tired standing like this?" "Not tired." His muffled voice came from behind her. Emma pressed her lips together and spoke in a slightly pitiful tone. "But I'm really tired. I want to sit down." When he heard that, Drake went quiet for a few seconds. Then he finally gave in and gave a soft "okay." Thero and Edward, who came to find Drake, stopped dead in their tracks when they saw their mighty leader acting like a clingy puppy, hugging Emma tightly from behind. Drake shot them a dangerous glare. The two of them froze instantly and didn't dare move or make a sound. Drake pulled Emma even closer, wrapping her completely within his reach. His chin rested stubbornly on her shoulder. He half-dragged and half-carried her toward the bedroom in an awkward yet strangely intimate way. When they were far enough, Edward grabbed Thero's sleeve in excitement. "Did you see that? Mr. Smith… He's acting cute with Ms. Tibarn!" Even though the way he did it wasn't exactly dignified, it didn't matter. When a man acted soft with his mate, he didn't need to look powerful. He just needed to make her happy. "Thero, if this keeps up, we might soon have a little dragon prince." Edward grinned from ear to ear. "I'm going to live a few more centuries so I can help raise the little one." Thero's right eye started twitching. He quickly pressed it with his hand. "Emma already broke off the match with Mr. Smith." "She's already doing more than enough by helping him with his comforting." A baby dragon? Thero didn't even dare imagine it. He knew exactly what kind of temper Drake had. Once he recovered and remembered what he had done, that scene would be too terrifying to picture. Emma finally managed to coax Drake back to his room step by step. She asked him to sit down by the bed. Instead, he pulled her down with him and lay on the bed. Their foreheads touched. His dragon tail wrapped tightly around her waist. "Emma, I want to do the comforting like this." Even when his mental power was broken, he remained domineering."This way doesn't work." Emma didn't want to comfort him like this. She pushed him twice, but couldn't move him. "Let go of me first." Drake looked unhappy, but he still loosened his hold a little. He looked at her with hurt eyes. "That fish held your hand, and you didn't tell him to let go. I only wrapped my tail around you, and you tell me to stop." He stared at her, his voice trembling slightly. "Emma, do you not like me?" When he mentioned Kieran, his gaze turned dangerous. There was clear killing intent in his eyes. Emma froze in shock.