The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 158: Concealing Strength

Wyatt Yardley looked up at her.

"It’s fine, I can manage."

Kaelan Hawthorne’s steps did not falter, he walked forward steadily.

In the past, he always looked down on those males.

Thought they were foolish and pretentious, only seeking to please others.

But now he realized, whenever she occasionally brushed lightly against his back, it made his heart flutter.

No matter how far the road, it didn’t feel tiring, only wishing the journey would last longer.

Seraphina Caldwell lay on Kaelan Hawthorne’s back, her gaze fixed on Wyatt Yardley behind Ian Brighton.

Wyatt Yardley’s face was still terribly pale.

Seraphina Caldwell couldn’t help but clutch Kaelan Hawthorne’s fur tightly.

She couldn’t tell if he was feigning weakness or truly hadn’t recovered yet.

After all, the Spiritual Spring Water clearly had the power to heal wounds and even mend broken bones; logically, he should have been fully recovered by now.

Yet why did he still appear so weak?

As she frowned in worry, Wyatt Yardley suddenly lifted his gaze, his eyes landing directly on her.

He subtly winked at her.

Only then did Seraphina Caldwell relax her shoulders, finally feeling a burden lifted from her heart.

Turns out it was all an act to hide his strength.

By midday, the temperature was gradually rising.

Ian Brighton stopped walking and turned to speak.

"Let’s rest for a while before we continue; everyone is tired too."

The resting spot was by the river.

Seraphina Caldwell spoke to Ian Brighton.

"Beast King, Isaac Vaughn is a Merfolk; immersing him in the water will help him recover faster. The water can nourish his Spiritual Power and accelerate wound healing."

Ian Brighton nodded slightly.

"You make a good point."

He turned to signal the male carrying Isaac Vaughn.

"Put him in the river, and take care not to let him choke on the water."

The male nodded in agreement, carefully supporting Isaac Vaughn to the riverbank, gently placing him into the water.

The stream buoyed his body, and upon contact with the water, Isaac Vaughn’s legs instantly transformed into a fish tail.

But the scales, which should have been flashing a bright blue sheen, were now incomplete, with large bare patches.

The remaining scales had lost their former luster, the edges curled and cracked, not yet healed.

Yesterday, Seraphina Caldwell had seen him in human form, completely unaware of how badly injured his fish tail was.

She had only noticed that he walked somewhat sluggishly, merely thinking he was tired, without giving it much thought.

Until now, seeing this shocking sight firsthand, her heart sank heavily.

Her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

She quickly approached the riverbank, her eyes fixed tightly on the fish tail.

Isaac Vaughn gently swam over to her, smiling as he reached out his hand.

"Come over."

Seraphina Caldwell walked a few steps forward.

He raised his hand, fingertips lightly brushing her reddened eyes.

Then, he pointed to the fish tail behind him with his other hand.

"Doesn’t it look ugly?"

"No, it doesn’t!"

Seraphina Caldwell hurriedly shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Not at all! It’ll grow back soon, I promise."

When the Spiritual Spring Water becomes available, she will personally help him heal every wound.

Isaac Vaughn knew that she wasn’t just offering comfort.

The scales that had fallen off before only grew back with her careful care and her miraculous potion.

But now with outsiders around, it was inconvenient to take it out.

Ian Brighton was not far away sorting out the Beast Skin Bag while Kaelan Hawthorne was busy starting a fire.

Although they did not come near, they could turn their heads at any time.

Some things could only be done quietly in the depths of night.

"Do you want to come down for a bath? It’s quite safe."

He flicked his tail.

"The water is clean and can soothe your wounds."

Seraphina Caldwell gently shook her head.

"Let’s wait until we return to the Beast Realm. I’m not comfortable going into the water now."

Her mind was still occupied with the matter of testifying against Silas Shaw.

She didn’t want to complicate things, nor did she want any accidents on this desolate riverside.

If a wild beast suddenly appeared, or a hostile force was lurking here, the consequences could be dire.

Isaac Vaughn did not persuade further, only quietly accompanying her in the water.

Ian Brighton took out several pieces of smoked meat from the bag.

He divided the meat into four portions and then distributed them to everyone.

Kaelan Hawthorne found a smooth stone, dragged it over to sit on.

Then he took out the Fire Stick from his waist, blew gently, and flames leapt up.

He deftly lit the fire to roast the meat, skewering it on sharpened branches.

The aroma quickly wafted out, stirring everyone’s appetite.

He picked out the tenderest piece, carefully tearing it into thin strips, and held it to Seraphina Caldwell’s mouth.

"Just right, not too hot."

Seraphina Caldwell looked up at him.

Kaelan Hawthorne had a slight smile on his face, the corners of his mouth gently upturned.

The meat held halfway through the air, with his finger joints exerting subtle pressure.

His eyes were a shade of greenish-blue.

Although smiling, there was a hint of an unexplained sadness beneath that smile.

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t understand his thoughts.

But she could see his sincerity.

So she still reached out and took the roasted meat.

The stiff curve of Kaelan Hawthorne’s lips suddenly loosened.

His lips curled slightly, no longer straining to maintain a cold and stern demeanor.

Seeing Seraphina Caldwell take a bite of meat, he promptly turned his head, pretending not to care.

Yet couldn’t help but sneak a glance.

He feigned focus on tending the fire, his earlobes quietly reddening.

Then he continued to portion out the remaining meat.

He remembered Gideon Larkin liked chewiness, Evan Orwell favored boneless convenience.

Even Isaac Vaughn’s preferences for food temperature were all etched in his mind.

Seraphina Caldwell watched him bustling back and forth, her heart filled with mixed emotions. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The Kaelan Hawthorne of these past few days seemed like a completely different person from the one who had abandoned her before.

The cold, resolute youth now bowed low to carefully divide the meat for everyone.

Would even brighten his eyes when someone took a bite of food.

She stared at his slightly hunched back, a surge of puzzlement rising in her mind.

In order to hurry along, they didn’t rest much and soon set out again.

The sky grew darker, mist rising in the forest, and finally, the shadow of the Beast Realm appeared in the distance.

The city stood silently at the foot of the mountain, its walls built from heavy gray rocks, with moss and vines growing in the crevices.

Upon reaching the city gate, as soon as the guards saw Ian Brighton, they immediately bowed and allowed them passage.

Ian Brighton simply nodded lightly and led the group through the gate.

Ian Brighton guided the group to the stone house area, stopping in front of a familiar home.

"You all stayed here before; it’s been tidied up, settle in first."

He indicated a small house carved from a single stone block, with a wooden rack depicting dried herbs hanging in front.

The very place they stayed during their last visit.

Ian Brighton’s gaze swept over each person’s face, ensuring they all acknowledged the location before he continued speaking.

"I’ve sent word to Silas Shaw and more than a dozen Eagle Clan men involved this time, letting them come to the Beast Realm for trial. You all need to testify at such a time. Rest and recover over the next few days."

Once he finished, his gaze paused on Seraphina Caldwell and Wyatt Yardley momentarily, then he turned to leave.

Seraphina Caldwell nodded, watching as the men brought by Ian Brighton placed the prey at the doorstep, then she followed the others into the house.

Not only did it have a wooden door, but the interior was also divided into two rooms.

The walls were polished, and the corners were lined with dry Beast Skin.

The left side was the main room, furnished with a stone table and stone benches.

The right side was separated by a thick cloth curtain, clearly a bedroom for resting.

As the wooden door closed, she hadn’t yet gathered her thoughts before Wyatt Yardley pulled her into his embrace.