The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 176: Warming Her Heart Bit by Bit

But precisely because of this, he knows more clearly what she has endured.

He gazed at Seraphina’s slightly trembling eyelashes, regret filling his eyes.

"Seraphina, you shouldn’t have to bear those burdens. We failed to protect you."

He paused, lowering his voice, a hint of caution, even a touch of humility in his tone.

"Could you... give me one more chance? Just one is enough. Let me take care of you, protect you from danger. If you don’t believe me, I swear by The Beast God—"

He isn’t afraid to swear, only afraid she won’t accept him.

"No need."

Seraphina suddenly lifted her head, her finger gently pressing against his lips, interrupting his words.

The tips stained with the lingering warmth from her estrus period.

As her finger grazed his lips, Wyatt’s breath caught, his entire body stiffening.

"I can... temporarily not break the contract with you all."

She hadn’t planned to say it aloud.

But looking at those bloodshot eyes and tense jawline...

She suddenly felt that insisting further wasn’t only hurting him but also torturing herself.

Wyatt’s eyes brightened instantly.

His fingers trembled slightly, his chest heaving fiercely.

The long-standing fear weighing on his heart finally loosened a bit.

Seraphina quickly added, her tone serious.

"But there won’t be a formal bonding, for the time being, let’s observe each other and give each other some space."

Now, she needs time, and distance to reassess whether this relationship is worth continuing.

"If you want to break the contract, just let me know anytime. I will instantly sever it with blood, without any entanglement. So don’t force yourself, and don’t pressure me, okay?"

Wyatt stared at her for a long time, seeing only sincerity and a hint of unease in her gaze, finally nodded slowly.

"Okay, I promise you."

His hand clenched and then relaxed, finally dropping gently by his side.

Now she wasn’t avoiding him, this small response was precious enough for him.

The thought rooted in his mind, supporting all his decisions ahead.

Body warmth mingling, breaths interwoven.

He could feel her gentle rising and falling, smell the faint scent of medicine between her hair.

His chin lightly resting atop her head, voice low, wrapped in mist, a cautious plea.

"Seraphina, I’ll show you. I won’t let you suffer any more grievances. So... don’t close your heart completely, leave a small gap for me. Just a little, would that be enough?"

Seraphina leaning in his embrace, hearing the steady heartbeat, one after another.

She knows she shouldn’t relax her guard so quickly.

Yet her body instinctively draws closer to this warmth.

She’s uncertain if Wyatt would change like Kaelan did in the future.

"Hmm..."

As soon as she spoke, drowsiness swept over with the chill from Wyatt’s body.

Her consciousness began to blur, eyelids growing heavier.

The mental strain she forced to maintain had finally reached its limit.

Fatigue from battle, emotional fluctuations, and the residue from her estrus period all weighing down on her.

Breathing gradually evened, lashes no longer fluttering, she fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

Fingers lightly tracing the sweat seeping from her temple, Wyatt suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

The residual warmth from the embers long dissipated, air in the stone house chilly.

Yet his gaze never left Seraphina’s face.

Seraphina clearly had been beside him all along, just talking moments ago.

But only when she nodded, saying "hmm," did his heart truly settle.

This trust arrived quietly, yet heavier than any promise.

He stared at Seraphina’s sleeping face, eyes filled with tenderness.

Her lashes occasionally trembled slightly, as if dreaming.

Wyatt never shifted his gaze, even for a moment.

Just as long as she leaves a gap, he’ll strive with all his might, little by little warming her heart...

No matter how long the process takes, he won’t let go again.

When Seraphina opened her eyes, the embers had long extinguished.

Cold gray light filtered through the window crack, casting over her face.

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, arm slightly numb.

As she lifted the curtain, she froze.

The scene outside completely differed from what she imagined.

Muddy ground lined with several neatly bound packages.

Beast Skin wrapped tightly, herbs packaged in multiple layers of oiled cloth.

Dry roasted meat hung in bamboo baskets, dripping moisture.

Outside, the stone table piled with packed Beast Skins, dried roasted meat.

Wyatt, Isaac, Kaelan, Gideon, Evan all stood by the table.

Each carried a bag, fully armed, standing in the rain unmoved, expressions calm and determined.

She hesitated a moment, looking at these males poised for departure.

"It’s the rainy season now, the roads are exceedingly tough, beasts more plentiful than usual, outside is very unsafe. Are you truly willing to follow me to the Fox Clan settlement?"

The voice was light, pausing before adding, "If anyone wants to withdraw at this time..."

Before she finished, Gideon abruptly stepped forward, heavily thumping his chest.

"What’s there to fear! I’m here! Even facing a Dire Beast I can fend it off, and never let you be harmed!"

Rainwater streamed down his hair, splashing on shoulder armor.

Yet he stood straight, face full of unyielding spirit.

He has no clue of the meaning in Seraphina’s words.

Simply thought she worried about danger, eager to declare his stance.

Kaelan stood nearby, watching Gideon’s straightforwardness, envy flickering in his eyes.

Sometimes he really felt being a bit naive is good, unlike himself, always dwelling on past mistakes.

He coughed lightly, twinging his wound, frowning with pain before speaking softly, "I’m not leaving. I know the roads to the Fox Clan well, don’t drive me away."

His tone carried a plea, his green eyes sincerely earnest, bruises still prominent on his body.

Clearly having been disciplined by Wyatt last night.

Yet he remained, not retreating a step.

Isaac approached Seraphina, long hair tied back.

He handed her a newly crafted waterproof oil cloth.

"Put this on, the rain won’t stop for a while. We need to traverse Valoria before nightfall."

He reached to brush away a stray strand from her cheek.

"Seraphina, wherever you go, I’ll follow. Whether it rains or winds, I’ll protect you, never letting you face danger alone."

Wyatt didn’t respond to Seraphina, instead turning to slowly scan the room.

Those dark red eyes showed no emotion yet imposed an inexplicable pressure.

"Anyone wanting to leave now, just speak up. I won’t stop you."

The room suddenly fell silent, none spoke.

Air seemed frozen, breaths clearly audible.

His gaze finally settled on Evan.

Most of what ran through others’ minds he could roughly guess.

But this male, he couldn’t decipher.

Evan met his eyes, nodding slightly, voice mild.

"I’ll go with you all, won’t leave."

Wyatt’s knuckles slightly relaxed.

In truth, he knew Evan staying was the ideal outcome.

The team couldn’t lack a Priest, especially at such times.

He was the only Priest among them.

Capable of healing, assisting Seraphina in suppressing heat during estrus.