The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 184: Should She Try to Trust?

But over these days, they not only didn’t harm her, but also protected her everywhere.

They never even mentioned her deepest secret.

What if everything they said was sincere, and their feelings for her were genuine?

Should she try to believe?

Once trust is given, it can never be taken back.

If she’s wrong, the consequences are unimaginable.

But if she doesn’t try, she might miss the only chance to be truly accepted.

He originally tied his ice-blue long hair at the back of his head using a Beast Skin Rope.

Now, because of his movements as he leaned closer, a few strands fell down.

His nose was high and straight, his jawline was distinct, and his contours clear.

The whole person looked clean and crisp.

The corners of his eyes tilted slightly upward, and his purple eyes were full of recognition.

His nose was straight, and his lips were thin but not dry, lightly closed at this moment.

Even when silent and still, one could sense the latent power within him.

But every time Seraphina Caldwell stared at him, her heart heated up uncontrollably.

Hormones rushed through her blood, making her reason fuzzy.

"I..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn’t know how to express it.

But as the words reached her lips, she feared appearing too dependent, too weak.

This situation was too sensitive; what if she couldn’t control herself if they really kissed?

She bit her lip, her face turning so red it seemed it might emit smoke, and she turned her head, whispering, "Isaac Vaughn, please...don’t kiss anymore."

Seeing her like this, Isaac Vaughn just assumed she was shy and let out a low chuckle.

"Shy?"

As he finished speaking, he untied the rope from his hair.

In an instant, the ice-blue long hair fell loose.

"Now no one can see."

Seraphina Caldwell hadn’t yet come to her senses when she felt a softness on her lips.

The scent of the sea faintly permeated the air.

The campfire quietly burned nearby, making a slight crackling sound.

He didn’t move at all, maintaining the simple gesture.

Her whole body instantly tensed, unable to react physically.

In that moment, her consciousness grew hazy.

All her thoughts were disrupted by the sudden touch.

Strangely, however, there was no panic or resistance rising in her heart.

Instead, a strange calm rose slowly.

After kissing for a while, Isaac Vaughn moved back a bit, his purple eyes full of amusement.

"That’s enough."

He didn’t take it further, maintaining an appropriate distance between their bodies.

"Sleep now, I’ll sing you a song."

Seraphina Caldwell’s cheeks were still hot, her body temperature yet to completely settle.

But she didn’t open her eyes or speak, only responding with a gentle affirmation.

As her eyes fell shut, her eyelashes trembled lightly for a moment.

Her shoulders gradually relaxed, and she nestled into his arms.

The cave slowly filled with his singing.

The content of the lyrics was unclear, seemingly an ancient verse.

But the rise and fall of his tone carried a soothing power.

Seraphina Caldwell’s consciousness slowly sank in this sound.

She hadn’t sorted out the tangled emotions in her heart, but her breathing had already stabilized.

Isaac Vaughn looked at her sleeping form, a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Wyatt Yardley approached, his dark crimson eyes observing Seraphina Caldwell’s even breathing.

After ensuring she was asleep, he lowered his voice and glanced at the other males present.

"Don’t pry into her matters. Whatever she takes out or manages to do, that’s her business. If you want to form a Bonding with her, keep your mouths shut."

Evan Orwell sat at the cave’s entrance, his eyes turning slightly, quietly nodding.

He had long noticed something off about Seraphina Caldwell.

The peculiarity wasn’t in any visible action or expression, but something deeper, hidden beyond her gaze.

He didn’t wish to point it out or delve further.

He knew that once certain things were clarified, relationships could turn sour. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Kaelan Hawthorne, leaning against the rock wall, a gleam flickering in his green eyes, nodded his head down too.

Isaac Vaughn didn’t hesitate at all, his fingers lightly brushing through Seraphina Caldwell’s hair, casting a glance at Wyatt Yardley.

Only Gideon Larkin scooted closer, scratching his head, his big black eyes wide open.

"What secret? She..."

He noticed the strange atmosphere and wanted to figure out exactly what was happening, not realizing his question might disrupt the balance.

Just as the words were about to come out, Evan Orwell’s gaze pushed them back.

Gideon Larkin’s throat tightened, his voice immediately catching in his throat.

He paused, recalled Wyatt Yardley’s words, and quickly shut his mouth tight.

For this, he would rather suppress his curiosity.

Seeing everyone fall in line, Wyatt Yardley said no more, turning to take a corner away from the fire, sitting cross-legged.

He pulled out a green Beast Crystal and swallowed it, beginning to refine its energy.

He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowing.

The green Beast Crystal shattered within his belly.

Upon seeing this, Gideon Larkin quickly clutched his own green Beast Crystal, running to another side.

Imitating Wyatt, he sat cross-legged, placing the Beast Crystal in his mouth.

As soon as the stone entered, it dissolved, a rush of heat spread throughout his body.

The heat flowed along his limbs, bringing a tingling and swelling pain.

This feeling wasn’t comfortable, yet it made him feel fulfilled.

The cave slowly quieted down, leaving only several steady breaths.

Outside, the sound of raindrops hitting the ground became clearer.

The crackling of the fire grew sparse as the firewood neared its end.

The air was filled with a moist scent and a faint charred wood aroma.

Each was resting in their own way, and no one spoke again.

The following morning, Seraphina Caldwell was awakened by the sound of rain outside.

Upon opening her eyes, she found herself still in Isaac Vaughn’s embrace.

His hand was still placed behind her, an indication that he’d been guarding all night.

All the others were up already, with only the two of them remaining in last night’s position.

"Awake?"

As soon as Isaac Vaughn sensed her stirring, he opened his eyes, his purple gaze soft like mist, and tugged her slipped Beast Skin back up.

"It’s still raining. I’ve prepared some warm water for you, would you like to wash your face?"

Saying this, he stood up and brought a bowl of warm water over.

A thin layer of steam rose from the water, just the right temperature.

Seraphina Caldwell took it, using a branch from the thorny fruit tree to brush her teeth.

After washing her face, Isaac Vaughn picked up a soft Beast Skin, gently wiping the water from her face.

Usually, she was the last to get up, as if she’d never seen how the other males started their day, prompting her to ask, "Don’t you guys freshen up? Do you have thorny fruit tree branches to use?"

Standing at the cave’s entrance, sunlight barely reached a corner of the rock wall, casting a few strands of light at her feet.

Everyone paused for a moment.

Isaac Vaughn was busy organizing his outerwear, while Kaelan Hawthorne tended the fire by the stone pot.

Isaac Vaughn was momentarily stunned, then shook his head.

"That tree’s hard to find; the ones we had were used up long ago, so just make do with some twigs."

He raised his hand, pointing to a small pile of brown branches in the corner.

Those were casually gathered from the forest a few days ago.

The surface of the branches was rough, devoid of fragrance, and using them would make gums feel astringent.

Only then did Seraphina Caldwell realize she’d always been preoccupied with herself, never noticing their daily lives.

Over the past few days, she’d been using thorny fruit tree branches from her space to clean her mouth.

The slightly fragrant and gum-friendly feel had become a habit.

But she’d never considered whether the others were enduring the discomfort of hard branches scraping their throats.