The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 127: Afraid I’ll Eat You?

He let out a muffled sigh, his face feigning the pitiful look of being abandoned.

"You were burning with fever during the day, your whole body as hot as a piece of coal; I was almost scared to death. I ran back and forth, digging holes to block the wind, finding dry firewood to light a fire, begging Kaelan Hawthorne to roast meat to feed you... my hands nearly wore out. Now you’re lively and jumping, yet won’t even give a hug? Are you that afraid I’ll eat you?"

Upon hearing these words, Seraphina Caldwell’s ears heated up.

During that period, she was feverish and confused, yet the fragments of her memory were all filled with the figure of Wyatt Yardley.

She wasn’t unaware that during this time, Wyatt Yardley had truly not had a moment to rest.

If his mind hadn’t been clear, capable of stabilizing the situation amidst chaos, the group would have scattered long ago.

Perhaps now they might still be stranded on some desolate slope, starving enough to gnaw on tree bark.

She moved aside a little, clearing a space, and gently patted her side.

"Alright, come over. But don’t hold too tightly, I fear suffocating."

Wyatt Yardley’s eyes lit up.

He slowly lay down, turned sideways to press against her, his arm gently wrapped around her waist.

Seraphina Caldwell gently leaned her head against his shoulder.

Sleepiness crept in again, and she was about to close her eyes when his voice came to her ear.

"We got a Beast Crystal from the Siamese Crocodile we killed today. Who do you want to give it to?"

"I’ll listen to you."

"You’ll listen to me?"

He looked at the top of her jet-black, silky hair.

"Evan Orwell is a Priest, giving him this Beast Crystal would allow him to advance smoothly. In the future, when we’re searching for paths and healing wounds in the wilderness, his capabilities will be stronger, and each step we take will be more steady."

She didn’t hesitate, only lightly nodded her head.

"Alright, you can give it."

As soon as the words fell, she let out a long yawn, her body swaying as she nestled completely into his embrace.

Wyatt Yardley didn’t move, maintaining the original posture as he quietly watched her.

He couldn’t help but have a corner of his mouth curl up.

He lowered his head, planting a kiss on her forehead.

The stuffy feeling from seeing Jasper Quinn kiss her face in the morning dispersed completely at this moment.

It turned out that, as long as she lay peacefully in his arms like this, everything was worth it.

Perhaps Seraphina Caldwell hadn’t even realized she had long gotten used to his presence.

The male’s hearing was too keen.

Isaac Vaughn sat on a rock not far away, and the bone needle finally stopped.

He carefully folded the cloak and placed it neatly to one side.

Then he picked up another unfinished garment and began threading the needle again.

Among the Merfolk Clan, males were naturally skilled with their hands.

In the marketplace, a piece of clothing made by a merfolk often could be traded for several sacks of dry food.

But Isaac Vaughn never stooped to sell his craftsmanship for a few bags of food.

His skills weren’t meant to be used for trading life.

Until now, for the first time, he was willing to painstakingly sew for a woman, staying up until deep into the night.

Seraphina Caldwell had a knot in her heart.

She could see that they were all changing.

But she was still hiding, still using "break the contract" as an excuse to push away those who approached her again and again.

He wasn’t in a hurry.

Some things can’t be rushed.

He was willing to wait, waiting for her to turn back.

Gideon Larkin hung his head down, squatting silently by the fire.

He regretted pretending to be generous...

If only he had persevered for two more days, she would lean against him as usual, falling asleep in his arms.

But now, she was nestled in Wyatt Yardley’s arms.

And he could only watch from afar, not daring to approach.

Kaelan Hawthorne leaned against the cold rock wall, arms crossed, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Seraphina Caldwell’s attitude didn’t at all suggest she intended to break the contract.

Today, she took the initiative to hand over the Beast Crystal just to help Wyatt Yardley, so that their team could go farther.

From beginning to end, there wasn’t any intention to break the contract.

The so-called "break the contract before the rainy season" was merely a guise.

What she’s waiting for is for them to soften, to approach voluntarily, to sacrifice for her.

Then, on some unsuspecting night, completely surrender, forming a Bonding.

At that moment, she would tear off the mask.

Evan Orwell nestled in the corner of the shadow, staring unblinkingly at Seraphina Caldwell.

She’s becoming more and more like that person...

The same stubbornness, the same gentleness, preferring to get hurt herself rather than burden her companions.

Suddenly, he understood why the altar chose her.

The morning light slanted in through the entrance, falling on Isaac Vaughn’s face.

Seraphina Caldwell finally woke completely.

Her gaze just so happened to fall on his sleeping side profile.

This was the first time Isaac Vaughn had slept so deeply.

In the past, even if she just moved a finger, he would immediately notice.

And today...

He maintained the posture of holding her the entire night, his arm never letting go.

Seraphina Caldwell felt a softness in her heart, and last night’s scenes suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Isaac Vaughn sat in the corner, his head lowered, carefully threading the needle.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but gently reach out, trying to move the arm wrapped around her waist.

Isaac Vaughn’s arm suddenly tightened, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Why didn’t you wake me up?"

Seraphina Caldwell was taken aback.

She lifted her eyes, looking straight into his half-open eyes.

"You’re awake?"

She asked in a low voice.

"Mm."

The arm relaxed ever so slightly, but didn’t completely let go, still holding her within his embrace.

His face nuzzled against her neck hollow.

"Hold me a little longer... just a little while longer, okay?"

Seraphina Caldwell’s heart trembled, and then she remembered his not yet completed mating season.

Moreover, last night he had already stayed up until the latter half of the night, his eyes already somewhat red, yet he insisted on sewing her dress well.

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t struggle any further, only gently murmured in agreement.

After a while, as the sunlight gradually brightened.

Isaac Vaughn finally released her.

He propped himself up, sat up, and casually tucked the corner of the Beast Skin blanket that had slipped down, covering her exposed shoulder.

"You sleep a bit more, I’ll go fetch water."

Having said that, he stood up, turned, and headed towards the entrance.

Before long, he returned carrying a rough wooden bucket.

"We’re traversing mountain paths today, no water source. You should wash yourself first, so as not to get dirty on the road."

Seraphina Caldwell nodded, pulled the blanket aside, and sat up.

Seeing this, Isaac Vaughn immediately turned his back, standing motionless by the bucket.

The weather indeed had become a bit warm, the air among the mountains already beginning to steam muggy.

The water in the bucket was just the right temperature, neither cold nor hot.

She quickly removed her clothes and stepped into the bucket, cleansing her body.

After finishing, she looked down, her dress was nowhere to be seen.

Last night, she had clearly placed it beside the bed, how could it suddenly be missing?

Just as she was about to ask, Isaac Vaughn had already noticed and slowly turned around.

In his hand, there was an extra light blue dress.

The fabric was soft, with a few simple yet delicate little flowers embroidered along the edges.

"Try it, I sewed it last night."

She was still in a daze upon hearing the voice, raising her head to see him standing not far away, holding something in his hand.

Isaac Vaughn had not only made a rain-proof cloak the previous night but had also secretly sewn her a new dress.

"Made for me?"

Seraphina Caldwell wasn’t in a rush to take it but asked a question instead.

Her gaze fell on that dress, warming her heart.

Isaac Vaughn didn’t turn around, still holding the light blue Beast Skin dress up, standing on the stone steps with his back to her.

"Mm, just finished it last night."

"Try it, if it doesn’t fit, I’ll make adjustments."

She recognized the skin; it was the rare skin he’d been saving for a long time.

The kind from the Snow Antelope Beast of Gloomfen, entirely pure white, the leather tough yet incredibly lightweight, birthing only one or two every hundred years.

For the males, this kind of leather was more precious than life.