The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 161: Seraphina, You’re in Heat

Wyatt Yardley looked at her flustered state, his brows slightly furrowed.

He didn’t move, just stood there quietly.

Finally, he sighed softly and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Seraphina, you’re in heat."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderous crash echoed outside, shaking the heavens and earth.

Seraphina Caldwell’s mind exploded.

She had actually anticipated it.

For the past few days, her body had been sending signals—an inexplicable heat and a racing heartbeat.

Especially every time Wyatt Yardley came close, her eyes uncontrollably followed him.

She knew something was off, but she kept suppressing it with all her rationality.

But now, being so bluntly pointed out by him, the shame almost drowned her.

She had been holding onto a sliver of luck, thinking that even if the mating season had arrived, it wouldn’t act up so quickly.

After all, in previous years, it was only after a few days that obvious symptoms appeared; she thought she could hold on.

But no one expected that the moment the first rain fell, at the first sound of thunder, her body would completely lose control.

Seeing her like this, Wyatt Yardley’s heart softened immediately.

He took a small step forward, getting a bit closer.

"Don’t be afraid. Evan Orwell can help you. He’s just next door, I’ll call him, I won’t let you suffer like this. I promise."

His gaze fell on the tips of her bright red ears, and a hint of fear rose in his heart.

Not daring to look more, he immediately averted his eyes.

He was afraid he would rush over, wrap her in his arms, and hold her tight against him.

Seraphina didn’t make a sound, just nodded slightly.

Then she slowly moved onto the Beast Skin, resting her chin on her knees, her arms wrapped around herself, curling into a ball.

She dared not look at Wyatt Yardley, afraid she would lose control and do something even more out of line.

The heat period came so swiftly, she didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

She could only temporarily separate herself from them to avoid doing something she would regret.

Her father hadn’t been found, and she hadn’t decided to form a Bonding contract with them.

The current situation left her in confusion.

If only her father were here, he would have figured out a way.

Outside, the rain was still falling.

Wyatt Yardley’s nostrils moved slightly, his eyes flashed, then he quickly suppressed all his emotions.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to walk to the other room.

Before long, he brought back Evan Orwell.

When Evan Orwell came in, his silver hair was still slightly damp.

His gaze swept over and landed on Seraphina.

Her face was flushed, the corners of her eyes slightly moist; those were typical early symptoms of being in heat.

Evan Orwell didn’t speak, turned around, and shut the door.

Seraphina raised her head, staring blankly as he walked towards her step by step.

In the past, Seraphina always felt Evan Orwell was too cold.

He spoke tersely, rarely showing expression, making people afraid to approach lightly.

But now, in this dim cave, faced with this sudden loss of control.

She surprisingly found that distant aura carried a certain allure.

Before she could sort out the chaos in her heart, her body had already moved uncontrollably.

Just as Evan Orwell reached her, without speaking, he stretched out his hand towards her.

In that instant, Seraphina reflexively lunged forward.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her fingers clutching his back desperately.

Evan Orwell’s entire body went rigid.

His arms were suspended in mid-air, the movement to hold her hand stalled.

A moment later, he slowly raised his hand, his fingers lightly landing on her arm.

"I didn’t ask you to hug me, I wanted you to give me your hand."

Seraphina’s face burned with heat.

She suddenly came back to her senses, pulling away from his embrace, stumbling half a step back.

This was too embarrassing!

How could she rashly rush up and hug him without thinking?

She must be out of her mind!

What was she thinking in her head?

Not a shred of self-restraint!

Now it’s over; he must think she’s a shameless lunatic.

Yet even so, she bit her lower lip, slowly raising her right hand.

Evan Orwell held her hand steadily, his spiritual power slowly flowing into her body.

The body that was burning with a frantic heat from the internal tumult gradually calmed down.

Seraphina closed her eyes, her taut nerves gradually relaxing.

When she finally opened her eyes, the heat within had largely receded.

She dared not raise her head to look into Evan Orwell’s eyes.

"...Thank you."

Evan Orwell released her hand, stepping back a little, deliberately widening the distance between them.

"Now you can still suppress it because it’s just beginning. Later on, as the rainy season deepens and the climate grows hotter, your body will find it increasingly hard to bear."

"In the estrus period of females, hormones within lose control, emotions and senses become extremely sensitive. The only relief is to form a spiritual and blood bond with a compatible male. Only then can the turmoil be completely calmed, returning to normal."

Seraphina’s fingers clenched suddenly.

She understood clearly that Bonding was the fundamental solution she needed right now.

Only by forming the Bonding could she truly stabilize the energy thrown into chaos by the estrus period, avoiding further dangers and torment.

But the problem is, her heart had long been locked tight by past experiences, afraid to easily open up.

She still couldn’t completely let down her guard against them.

Trust is surely not something that can be given away so easily?

For her to give all of herself, to form such a lifelong unchangeable Bonding once effective, she really couldn’t do it yet.

Wyatt Yardley quietly stood at the door.

He didn’t come closer, just silently watching Seraphina inside the room.

This kind of matter cannot be forced.

The threshold of emotions must be crossed by her, step by step.

If forcibly advanced, it would only backfire, pushing her further away.

So he could only wait, silently guarding beside her.

Seeing Seraphina remain silent, Evan Orwell did not continue questioning.

He understood her struggles.

So he just sighed softly, looking up at Wyatt at the door.

"If you feel unwell at night, just call me."

After speaking, he turned and left, heading to the next room.

As he passed by Wyatt, their eyes met briefly.

Wyatt glanced at him lightly, while Evan Orwell nodded in response.

After they left, the room returned to silence, leaving only Seraphina alone.

She lay on the prepared straw bed, unconsciously bringing her hand to her cheek.

In her mind, Evan Orwell’s words echoed.

How exactly was she to endure this period of heat?

She couldn’t control the searing heat.

This was just the beginning; if a way to control it wasn’t found soon, she couldn’t bear the consequences of the later stages.

Even more frightening, whenever she saw a male, even ones she usually felt nothing for, her heart would start to race.

What was this?

She, a clearminded and rational female, was driven to such a point by instinct—it was utterly absurd.

The next morning.

She was startled awake by the sudden eruption of heat within her.

Frowning, she sat up with difficulty.

Just about to uncover the Beast Skin over her, she suddenly heard a slight "swish" at the door.

Next, Isaac Vaughn walked in with a wooden basin.

His silver-blue hair was not entirely dry, and his purple eyes glimmered slightly in the morning light.

The lines of his brow were exquisite, the curve just right, and his eyelashes long and dense.

Seraphina stared at him, momentarily forgetting she was still sitting on the bed.

She knew, of course, how handsome Isaac Vaughn was, recognized within the clan as exceptionally good-looking.