The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 125: What Shameless Words

Her ears instantly turned red, and she hurriedly shrank back, sitting up.

Then she raised her eyes and glanced around.

The cave was not large, barely able to accommodate four or five people.

The fire pit in the center crackled.

Kaelan Hawthorne was squatting in the corner, with a small clay pot in front of him.

"Did I... have a fever?"

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing her temples hard with her fingertips.

"What did Evan Orwell say about my illness?"

She asked softly.

If it was just a common cold, the symptoms would be milder...

She quietly raised her eyes and looked around, pondering.

Maybe she could secretly drink a mouthful of Spiritual Spring Water?

As long as no one discovered it, it wouldn’t cause trouble.

Gideon Larkin shook his head.

"It’s not an illness; the rainy season is approaching. Your fever is due to the symptoms of estrus."

"Earlier, you were curled up on the ground, saying you were cold, so I brought you here to warm you up. Wyatt Yardley and Isaac Vaughn have body temperatures too low; being close to you would only make you colder."

"Symptoms?"

Seraphina Caldwell’s heart tightened abruptly, her face suddenly drained of blood.

She knew, of course, that once the rainy season arrived, all females would enter a period of estrus.

But she had never heard of similar fever-like symptoms appearing beforehand.

Her forehead was burning, her whole body was alternately cold and hot, her limbs were weak.

So this wasn’t an illness but her body preparing for the impending estrus?

When it really comes, does it mean she has to endure this torment every day?

But right now, she hasn’t found her father’s trace and hasn’t had the chance to choose a suitable male as her new Beast Husband...

How is she going to endure this period of estrus?

Seeing her looking pale as paper, Gideon Larkin thought she was terrified and immediately leaned closer.

"Don’t be afraid! As long as you find a mate in time, the fever will immediately subside."

He blinked.

"With me here, a few times a day is fine... I promise you won’t feel uncomfortable."

Seraphina Caldwell’s ears buzzed, her face instantly flushed.

Gideon Larkin was currently in the estrus period, his hormones chaotic, his mind unclear; could his words be trusted?

On ordinary days, he loathed her to the extreme, but now this gentle and attentive demeanor was merely driven by instinct.

Even if he was willing to lower his head and accommodate her for the moment, once the rainy season passes, and estrus ends, will he become angry?

At that time, not only might he tear off the Beast Seal, but he could also turn back and torment her.

Thinking of the tragic female character in the book, Seraphina Caldwell couldn’t help but shiver.

She lightly pushed his arm, struggling to sit up from his embrace.

"How’s your injury... is it okay?"

Upon hearing this, Gideon Larkin immediately straightened his waist, nonchalantly patting his thigh.

"It’s all healed! Evan Orwell used spiritual power to heal me, look."

He said, rolling up his trouser leg.

The place that had been bitten by the Siamese Crocodile’s sharp teeth now only had a red scar left.

"A male recovers quickly, what’s this little injury!"

He proudly lifted his chin.

Seraphina Caldwell stared at the scar healing on his leg and felt her worried heart finally ease a bit.

Just when she was a bit relieved, darkness suddenly fell above her head.

Wyatt Yardley had unknowingly stood in front of her.

His fingertips landed on her forehead.

Seraphina Caldwell’s whole body trembled, subconsciously shrinking back.

He frowned slightly, his finger pads lingering on her forehead for a moment.

"He’s fine, Evan Orwell personally treated him, handled it very well."

"You..."

Before the words were finished, Wyatt Yardley suddenly paused.

The next moment, he lifted his arm and pulled her whole body into his embrace.

His arms were too tight, her ribs were being pressed painfully, and Seraphina Caldwell couldn’t help but push his shoulder.

"Wyatt Yardley... I, can’t quite breathe."

Wyatt Yardley’s body stiffened, and he quickly relaxed his grip, but did not let go of her completely.

"Why didn’t you say anything about having a fever?"

He asked in a low voice.

"I saw you shiver earlier on the road, your fingers turning white, and you still held back without saying a word."

"A female’s body is naturally weaker than a male’s, even a slight discomfort should be spoken out in time. Don’t always endure alone, understand?"

"Promise me."

He stared into Seraphina Caldwell’s eyes.

"From now on, if you feel unwell, the first thing is to tell me. Don’t hide it, and don’t bear it alone. Can you do that?"

Seraphina Caldwell gazed at him, her heart suddenly warmed.

Without much thought, she nodded.

"I understand, I will let you know."

As soon as she finished speaking, before she had time to withdraw her gaze, she found that Wyatt Yardley’s stare had quietly fallen on her lips.

Before she could react, he had already leaned down, kissing her.

After just a few seconds, he pulled away.

Seraphina Caldwell’s cheeks burned instantly.

Hadn’t he long passed his estrus period?

Why does he always suddenly kiss her like this?

This wasn’t just residual influence; it was clear he never intended to stop.

Wyatt Yardley didn’t explain, glancing at her, and then turning to walk toward the nearby fire pit.

Kaelan Hawthorne was guarding the fire, flipping roasted meat skewers, and upon seeing him approach, immediately handed over a skewer.

Wyatt Yardley took the skewer of meat, and before eating, lightly sprinkled a pinch of salt over it.

Then he sat down, took out his small knife carried at hand, and sliced the whole piece of meat into pieces.

Finally, he poured the cut meat pieces into a wooden bowl beside him, and handed it to her.

"You just gnawed a few wild fruits at noon, you’re starving, aren’t you?"

"We happened to come across a lone snow antelope on the road, eat while it’s hot to replenish some strength."

Seraphina Caldwell reached out to take the wooden bowl, the rich aroma wafting to her nose.

Indeed, she was starving, without thinking much, she picked up a piece and put it into her mouth.

A moment later, she looked up at him and asked softly.

"Do you all... have enough to eat?"

Wyatt Yardley noticed the little thought in her eyes, his lips forming a slight smile.

He raised his hand, gently rubbing her hair.

"Don’t worry, Kaelan Hawthorne roasted a lot, everyone has their share."

"Look at Gideon Larkin, his mouth is practically licking his palm; does he look starved? He’s eating so much that his face is shining with oil, even his eyebrows have a bit of grease, does he look the least bit wronged?"

Upon hearing this, Seraphina Caldwell turned her head in the direction he pointed.

Gideon Larkin was sitting cross-legged beside the fire pit, cheeks puffed, stuffing the last piece of meat into his mouth.

Seeing this, Seraphina Caldwell finally truly relaxed, lowering her head to look at the bowl in her hands.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t help herself.

"Wyatt Yardley, can we really reach the Elephant Clan before dark?"

Wyatt Yardley, hearing her voice, immediately squatted down, leveling his gaze with hers.

"Yes. As long as nothing goes wrong, we can make it."

Seraphina Caldwell’s previously tense nerves immediately relaxed, handing the empty bowl over.

Kaelan Hawthorne had already taken it, muttering as he did.

"You rest, there’s no need for you to do this."

She did not insist, lazily leaning against the stone wall behind her.

Being able to sit and not move, who would want to get up?

She turned her head to look toward the cave entrance.

The rain outside had stopped unknowingly.

In three to five days, the rainy season will officially arrive.

The weather in the mountains will become overcast and humid, and the dirt paths will become muddy and difficult to traverse.

If they miss tomorrow’s journey, they might stall in the mountains for several days, even longer.

If they can arrive at the Elephant Clan on time tomorrow, perhaps she will see her father.

That male with a figure as tall as a mountain has not appeared before her for two years now.

Seraphina Caldwell still remembers, the last time he left, it was also raining.