The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 107: You Want to Bathe Me in Your Arms?

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: You Want to Bathe Me in Your Arms?

From last night until now, not a single step has been rested.

Yet she didn’t feel the least bit tired; instead, she felt more awake as she walked.

With every moment’s delay, her heart grew more anxious.

Gideon’s pace was steady, his four hooves stepping over the fallen leaves.

The little female he carried on his back softly pressed her legs against his broad spine.

His nostrils gently flared, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her.

The scent was like wildflowers glistening with morning dew, mixed with the sweet freshness of sun-soaked grass.

He couldn’t help but secretly flick the tip of his tail, the fluffy end lightly swaying behind him.

Luckily, he hadn’t been foolish yesterday; had he listened to her few soft words and let her go...

Letting her break into this treacherous forest alone, he probably wouldn’t sleep well for a lifetime.

Closing his eyes at night, all he’d see in his dreams would be the shadow of her being carried away by a wild beast.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Kaelan, walking alongside him.

Gideon’s expression suddenly showed a hint of pity.

This fool keeps talking about wanting to break the contract?

Where to find another such a good female, brimming with spiritual energy?

It’s like holding a golden bowl while begging.

Kaelan had long noticed that elusive gaze and suddenly turned his head to shoot him a cold look.

Fool.

Just a few soft words and smiles, and you’ve forgotten all the previous days of beatings and suffering?

Completely bewitched, even the bones softened.

Though he spoke disdainfully, his gaze involuntarily shifted towards Seraphina, just in time to catch that slight smile at her lips.

Kaelan immediately turned his face away, clenching his teeth tightly, his jawline a hard, straight line.

He must have been walking too long, too tired, to be lost in these thoughts.

She couldn’t possibly be so innocent; she must be hiding other plans.

He absolutely couldn’t be deceived so easily, like Gideon.

The sun slowly climbed to its peak, its scorching light pouring down unimpeded.

Not far ahead, the gentle sound of flowing water suddenly reached them.

The riverbed was lined with smooth pebbles of various colors.

The water wasn’t deep, only reaching the calves, with a gentle current.

Occasionally, small fish darted across, disappearing in a flick of their tails.

Lysander Yardley paused in his steps, his ears twitching lightly.

After confirming the surroundings were safe, he said in a steady voice, "Let’s rest a bit, eat something before we continue. There’s no telling how much longer we’ll have to walk."

Seraphina’s eyes lit up.

This brisk journey had left her drenched in sweat, her clothes sticking to her back.

But bathing before had always been unsettling.

Last time, just when she’d removed her outer garment by the stream, a Shadow Wolf had darted from the crevice.

If not for Isaac’s quick response, she’d have been scratched.

Since then, she dared not hastily enter the water again, only staring at the flowing water with longing eyes.

Isaac was the first to notice the glimmer of expectation in her eyes, without waiting for her to speak, he stepped forward, bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and strode towards the riverbank.

"Isaac?"

Seraphina gasped in surprise, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"Didn’t you want to bathe?"

He glanced down at her, his voice low as it reached her ear.

"I’ll take you into the water."

The tone couldn’t be more sincere.

Seraphina’s face warmed as she stared blankly at him.

"You... you’re going to hold me while I bathe?"

Isaac seemed to understand what she was thinking, without explanation, he simply tore a wide strip of cloth from his skirt.

Then, he raised his hand, firmly tied the cloth in front of him.

The black cloth fell, perfectly covering his mesmerizing purple eyes.

"Now I can’t see."

He slowly spread his arms. "You bathe here, don’t come out. I’ll be here guarding, no one dares approach."

Not far away, Gideon saw this scene, his pupils shrank sharply, his fur bristled instantly.

He stared fixedly at Isaac’s figure, arms open wide.

Why?

Why was he allowed to be that close to her?

And even arrange everything for her!

Even... help her undress!

Furious, he stomped, nearly unable to control his impulse to rush forward.

But just as he took half a step, his wrist was suddenly seized by a cold, forceful grip.

It was Lysander’s hand.

Lysander stood beside him, his figure tall and straight.

Don’t interfere.

That’s what his gaze clearly conveyed.

Gideon glared at Lysander’s stern face.

Yet he couldn’t resist looking toward the riverbank, his gaze resting on Isaac’s straight, upright silhouette.

Seraphina watched Isaac with his eyes covered, still feeling uneasy.

She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand, and waved it in front of him.

He remained unresponsive, not even his eyelashes trembling.

Only then did she fully relax, exhaling softly.

She discreetly glanced at the beast husbands on the shore.

Seeing they were indeed backed against her, heads lowered.

Only then did she feel slightly reassured, reached to untie the beast skin skirt from her waist, and slowly removed her bust wrap.

She folded the garments neatly, placing them on a flat green stone.

Then, she tiptoed into the water, carefully stepping on the smooth river pebbles.

The water just reached her waist, a refreshing coolness rushing into her skin.

Seraphina couldn’t help but smile, her lips curving slightly upward.

She cupped a handful of water, letting the droplets slip through her fingers.

She gently poured the water over her shoulders and neck, the cool droplets rolling down into her collar.

Though Isaac couldn’t see, he could hear the splashing water distinctly.

He remained standing, steadfastly guarding beside her.

Gideon was anxious from afar.

His wolf ears twitched slightly, catching every sound of the water.

Just listening to these sounds, his face flushed like a boiled shrimp.

He bit his lower lip hard, fingernails digging deeper into his palm, tumultuous emotions stirring within him.

Seraphina soon finished bathing.

She looked down, checking her body to confirm it was clean before slowly rising from the water.

No beasts had burst from the water, the surroundings silent save for the sound of the wind.

She had just tied the knot on her beast skin skirt, her fingers still wet with river water.

As she was about to turn and call Isaac over to help remove the blindfold, sudden pain surged at the nape of her neck!

Immediately afterward, sharp claw-like talons clamped onto her.

The next moment, she was hoisted up by a powerful force into the air!

Her feet left the ground, her view spinning rapidly.

"Ah."

Her scream had just left her mouth when the fierce wind slammed into her mouth.

She recognized it.

This was Beastfolk, not a beast.

Because Beastfolk’s rings glow.

Whereas beasts’ rings always remain dull gray.

Her heart sank, cold sweat sliding down her spine.

No need to guess, it’s surely sent by Silas!

She desperately tried to pry those claws off.

But the more she struggled, the tighter the grip became.

Intense pain radiated from her waist to the rest of her body, her vision turning black.

Just then, a white shadow suddenly darted from the riverbank, rushing towards the sky!

Evan transformed in a blink into a snow-white Celestial Crane.

"Get lost!"

He freed one claw, swiftly raising his hand to block, attempting to swat that snow-white Celestial Crane.

But just as he raised his claw, a sudden force erupted from the ground.

Isaac stood on the riverbank rock, feet planted firmly, eyes shimmering with deep purple.

"Roar!"

The Eagle Clan Beastfolk let out a terrible shriek.

Pain struck intensely, wings contracting, muscles twitching.

The grip on Seraphina immediately loosened, his five fingers stiffly opening.