The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 181: Can’t Hide It at All

She quietly moved to the corner, pretending to rummage through her Beast Skin Bag.

In fact, she had already taken out peppers, red fruit, and sweet potatoes from the space.

These Beast Husbands were not fools.

At a glance, they could tell these things couldn’t all be taken out from that small bag.

But Seraphina had already been exposed once because of the Spiritual Spring Water.

Now she simply didn’t care much, just going through the motions.

Seraphina curled up in a corner of the cave, clutching a sweet potato fruit in her hand.

She knew those figures seemed focused on their tasks, but, in reality, none were truly relaxed.

The air was filled with a pungent fragrance.

It was the scent released when dry pine branches burned.

Spicy with a touch of sweetness, the aroma of sweet potato fruit mixed in.

She could smell it clearly, even distinguish which ingredient was just added.

But her stomach felt heavy, with no appetite at all.

When she was grabbing things from that mysterious place earlier, her movements were so quick they left almost no trace.

She didn’t follow the usual path at all, not even bothering to hide it.

The moment her fingertips touched the inner pocket.

That thin spatial rift automatically opened, and the sweet potato fruit slipped into her palm.

The entire process took less than a breath.

But she knew, someone saw it.

Yet no one spoke up.

The atmosphere in the cave remained calm.

The firelight cast shadows on the stone wall, flickering.

Wyatt Yardley leaned against the rock wall, his right shoulder wound already cleaned. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The freshly applied herbal medicine emitted a faint green hue.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

When his eyes opened, they were a deep dark red.

He glanced at the fruit in her hand, his gaze lingering on her fingertips for a brief moment.

Then he turned his head to help Evan Orwell sort the herbs.

Isaac Vaughn just finished washing mushrooms, drying his wet hands on the corner of his clothes.

He looked up, just in time to see her dazed, her gaze unfocused.

"Seraphina, should this fruit be thrown into the soup to cook?"

He knew she was lost in thought, and he knew what she was avoiding.

But he didn’t point it out, just used a sentence to bring her back to reality.

Kaelan Hawthorne returned with firewood, his steps light.

He paused briefly as he passed by her.

His gaze fell on a sweet potato fruit that rolled at her feet.

He bent down, using his toe to gently push the fruit back into her open bag.

Then Gideon Larkin leaned forward, crouching in front of her, his face almost touching her knees.

His face was full of curiosity, his nose crinkled, his voice lowered a bit.

"Where did you get the sweet potato fruit? Wasn’t it already finished?"

He remembered clearly.

The last batch was picked from the north slope, only around ten pieces, and after sharing, few were left.

He didn’t believe she could have hidden it for so long.

Seraphina responded, her voice slightly hoarse.

She lowered her head, organizing the bag, avoiding his gaze, casually making up a reason.

"Leftover from last time."

Actually, her heart was already stretched to the limit.

In reality, except for Gideon, how could the rest be truly oblivious?

She secretly took out some unseen foods from time to time.

It wasn’t just once or twice.

They may not have spoken, but the exchange of glances, the brief pauses, had already said everything.

Silence itself is a form of response.

She secretly watched Wyatt, her gaze lingering on his face for too long, almost afraid to look away.

The scene of healing floated in her mind.

He lay beside the rock, blood flowing non-stop from his shoulder.

She gritted her teeth, tearing off a sleeve, pouring Spiritual Spring Water over his wound.

The waterlight emitted a faint blue under the dim light, sliding off the skin.

At that moment, she thought no one noticed.

The understanding that flashed in his eyes when she used the Spiritual Spring Water was barely concealed.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils contracted.

Evan Orwell stood closest.

At the moment the drop of water fell, he stood right by, less than two steps away.

He still held the stone pestle for grinding herbs, but his actions suddenly stopped.

But he only hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brow slightly.

Isaac Vaughn, though further away, with his keen eye and mind, couldn’t have missed the change in Wyatt’s condition.

As for Kaelan Hawthorne, distance didn’t matter.

Smart people can see through everything without being too close.

He sat in the far corner, rubbing a small knife in his hand.

Probably only Gideon Larkin was truly clueless, still bewildered that the sweet potato fruit could last this long.

He scratched his head and mumbled.

"I remember the one I ate was especially sweet, is yours too long stale?"

After speaking, he leaned forward to smell, only to be pushed away by Seraphina.

"Seraphina, the soup is about to boil, is it okay to throw the fruit in now?"

Isaac Vaughn shouted again.

Seraphina snapped back to reality, uttered an "oh", and walked over to the fire pit with the items.

Wyatt lifted the lid of the stone pot.

Heat rushed to the face, the smell of meat directly hit the nose.

A layer of oil floated on the water’s surface.

Several pieces of fruit floated up and down with the bubbling broth.

Fragments of mushrooms settled at the bottom of the pot, being gently disturbed by the boiling water.

He softly said, "Don’t get too close, it’s hot, let me do it."

He looked down at the ingredients in the pot, reached out to bring the wooden basin holding the fruit a bit closer.

She watched him take the fruit, slice it into small pieces with skill, and throw them into the pot.

He was still holding that bright red pepper, rubbing his fingers over it, his eyes tinged with curiosity.

"What’s this called? Should it be chopped and put in the pot too?"

He didn’t presumptuously throw it in, but looked at her first.

Only when she nodded did he dare to act.

In this wilderness, many survival skills were passed down through generations.

Seraphina took the pepper from his hand, pulled out a small knife, and swiftly cut it into segments, tossing them into the soup.

The moment the knife blade touched the bright red fruit, a pungent spicy smell rushed out.

"This thing is called a pepper, eating a bite can make your tears flow, first-time tasters often can’t handle it."

She said while tossing the chopped pieces into a wooden bowl.

Her fingers left a bit of oil stain on the rim of the bowl.

But she didn’t mind, just casually wiped it on the corner of her clothes.

"Don’t be overly greedy later, try putting in a little, add more if needed."

She finished speaking, glancing at Wyatt, her gaze carrying no warning, only a habitual reminder.

Wyatt stood by, watching her meticulous manner, a slight smile on his lips.

The moment the fruit fell into the boiling water, it let out a hissing sound, the soup surface violently churned.

The water in the pot boiled even more fervently.

The meat aroma mixed with the fruit’s sweetness, mushroom’s fresh scent, and a vague hint of spiciness, all penetrating noses.

Gideon Larkin stood beside, rubbing his hands, stomping his feet.

"Is it ready yet? I’m starving!"

He stood on tiptoe, trying to peer into the pot, stretching his neck, only to be gently pushed back by Wyatt’s palm.

Soon, the soup was ready.

Specks of red oil floated on the surface, the color from the peppers.

The soup’s consistency became a bit thicker, the rabbit meat already stewed until tender, falling apart with a gentle touch.

Females habitually ate less, so naturally Seraphina’s bowl was the smallest.

Wyatt first picked up the smallest bowl, filled it to the brim, and handed it over.

"You first, it’s very hot, drink slowly."

Seraphina reached out to receive it, feeling the warmth in her palm, her heart warmed too.

She lowered her head and threw in three segments of pepper.

Stirring it around twice, she blew on it and took a small sip.

The spicy taste exploded in her mouth, accompanied by the tenderness of rabbit meat and the rich aroma of mushrooms.

The whole person felt enveloped by fire, the chill quickly driven away.