The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 136: It’s Over This Time

The gentle and considerate facade from before had been completely torn off by him.

Yet even so, the Beast Seal still weighed heavily in the depths of his bloodline, restraining his power and preventing him from harboring true murderous intent.

Not being able to kill her didn’t mean he would be merciful to her.

Kaelan Hawthorne looked at her silently for two seconds.

Then, his gaze turned cold, and without another word, he turned around and continued to walk forward.

This time, his pace noticeably quickened.

The wound on Seraphina Caldwell’s calf was already not properly treated, and the damp cold air made the pain even more severe.

But she didn’t dare to stop, gritting her teeth and dragging her weary body, following, step by step.

She struggled to lift her head, her vision somewhat blurred.

Since she crossed into this world, until today, Kaelan Hawthorne had never hugged her once.

His previous gentleness was all an act.

Seraphina was gasping almost to the point of suffocation.

But Kaelan Hawthorne’s steps didn’t pause for a moment.

He went farther and farther away, and soon, the intertwining shadows of the trees before her made her dizzy.

When she abruptly lifted her head again, that familiar silhouette had disappeared completely.

Her heart suddenly jumped to her throat.

Ignoring her exhaustion, she stumbled forward two steps, trying to catch up.

But her body tilted, crashing heavily to the ground.

She couldn’t care about that now, hastily using her hands to support herself to crawl back up, her knees trembling.

But looking around, aside from the swaying shadows of trees, where was there any trace of Kaelan Hawthorne?

"Kaelan?"

She couldn’t help but quietly call out.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, they scattered into the air.

She didn’t dare to call out a second time.

The beasts in this mountain forest have very sensitive ears, and any sound might attract their attention.

Once targeted, given her current state, not to mention resisting, even escaping would be difficult.

She gritted her teeth, taking several deep breaths.

She mustn’t panic; panic would lead to catastrophe.

Now, in this forest, no one could save her.

The only one she could rely on was herself.

Her trembling hands reached into her bosom and took out the short dagger that Wyatt Yardley had secretly given her.

The blade was just half a foot long, with a small beast pattern carved into the handle.

She gripped the handle tightly, her eyes scanning every inch of the surrounding underbrush and shadows.

If she could just find their village, she might survive.

Clutching the knife, she edged forward, step by step.

She hadn’t walked far when suddenly she heard the "swoosh" of water.

A river!

Her heart leaped.

The Beastfolk Village was always built near water, and as long as she followed the river downstream, she’d surely encounter people.

She carefully headed toward the riverbank using the shadows of a large tree as cover.

The knife remained poised across her chest, her palms slick with sweat.

The soil underfoot was getting softer; with every step she took, a small indentation was left behind.

As Seraphina realized she was nearing the riverbank, her heartbeat involuntarily sped up.

She forced herself to stay calm, continuing to advance along the tree trunk, trying to let her figure blend into the night.

There might be water monsters in the river; she didn’t dare approach too closely and stayed pressed to the trees.

Her eyes constantly glanced at the water surface, afraid that in the next second, a gaping maw would emerge.

Seraphina remembered the village elders often saying that some rivers hid water spirits with dragon-like shapes and horned heads, specifically to drag people underwater.

She dared not recklessly approach.

After walking for an hour, her legs were almost not her own anymore.

She gritted her teeth and continued forward.

The night grew deeper, and her beast skin skirt was already soaked with cold sweat and dew, sticking tightly to her body.

Just as she wanted to stop to catch her breath, there was a sudden "thwack" in the underbrush behind her!

Seraphina’s entire body tensed instantly.

She held her breath, staring fixedly at the swaying bush.

In the next moment, the grass exploded!

A gray-brown shadow lunged forward!

She didn’t even have time to react, instinctively leaping backward, only to trip over a protruding root.

It was a half-grown wild boar!

Its size approached that of an adult wild boar, with tall shoulders and sturdy legs, its back arched.

It wasn’t a fierce beast, but for her, it was just as deadly.

She was terribly weak now.

And the wild boar, even as a sub-adult, weighed over a hundred pounds.

In a head-on confrontation, she had no chance of winning.

Its tusks were bright yellow, its claws clawing the ground, the stench assaulting her nose.

Seraphina was so scared her soul almost flew away, instinctively raising the knife as she backed away, her back "thunking" against a big tree.

She knew this was the end.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Would she die here?

Would her body be completely devoured by beasts?

If Isaac Vaughn knew she died at the hands of this wild boar, would he find it laughable?

She was unwilling, but she lacked the strength to resist.

Her body was exhausted to the limit, with not a bit of energy left even to flee.

The boar may not be fierce, but its tusks were half a meter long, and with a single swipe, it could smash stones.

If it struck her, she’d be gutted, bleeding profusely.

She couldn’t last long in a chase; facing it head-on, she might not even dodge once.

But she couldn’t concede.

She couldn’t fall here.

Isaac Vaughn used all his strength to send her out, not to let her become a meal for a wild boar.

She’d rather die fighting than be shamefully devoured by a beast.

The wild boar pawed the ground with its forelegs.

Just as its tusks were about to reach her face, Seraphina threw herself to the side, rolling and scrambling away from the foul attack.

In a flash, the wild boar charged again.

Seraphina, relying on her instincts, rolled to the right, her face scraping against sharp stones, stinging painfully.

Ignoring the pain, she finally crouched behind that giant tree, the rough bark becoming her only shield.

The tree trunk required at least three people to embrace it, its gnarled roots sprawling across the surface, forming a natural cover.

If she could keep maneuvering around the trunk, she might buy enough time for the wild boar to lose patience.

The wild boar charged empty, roaring in frustration, and turned to charge at her again.

It quickly turned, its four hooves scraping the ground, launching another charge.

Seraphina’s legs had gone weak, clutching the bark desperately to stay upright.

The wild boar "thunked" into the trunk, the whole tree shaking.

The massive impact made the trunk tremble violently.

She didn’t stop, crazily running circles around the tree.

Each time she rounded the trunk, she could see the wild boar relentlessly chasing her.

She couldn’t be caught, couldn’t stop, she had to survive!

The wild boar pursued relentlessly.

Its heavy body thudded against the trunk, making a dull thump.

The bark shattered and splintered off.

Wood chips embedded sharply into her bare arms.

Her chest heaved fiercely, cold sweat trickling down her forehead and stinging her eyes.

But she couldn’t afford to slow down a single second.

If those thick tusks even slightly touched her, her body would be torn apart, and she’d lose her life.

Running circles around the tree desperately for more than a dozen times, her legs had already turned to jelly.

Suddenly, she stepped onto a slippery vine, losing her balance and tumbling heavily into a pile of leaves.

Beneath the leaves were broken branches and stones, the collision leaving her dizzy, her ears ringing.

And the wild boar’s eyes were already blood-red.

Its hind legs kicked off powerfully, muscles bulging, charging straight at her back.

Seraphina’s mind went "buzz," instantly blank.

No time to think, at the brink of life and death, she rolled away instinctively.

The short dagger slipped from her hand during the roll, spinning and embedding into the muddy ground.

The wild boar couldn’t stop its momentum, crashing hard into the sturdy tree trunk.

"Thud!"