The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 49: Sinking Deeper

A few beast husbands all heard it and exchanged a glance.

Wyatt Yardley walked over and slightly bent down.

"What do you want to eat?"

Seraphina Caldwell was so frightened that she trembled all over, almost dropping the roasted meat in her hand.

"No, no! I was just talking nonsense! Really! The roast meat is just fine! It smells wonderful! Really!"

She hurriedly waved her hand, her tone urgent.

As long as a female softly mentioned what she wanted to eat, those beast husbands would immediately take action.

Even if it meant crossing perilous mountains, venturing into the deep Veridia, or even battling fierce beasts, they would certainly bring back the prey.

This wasn’t purely out of love or pity, but an almost instinctual declaration.

They want to tell the entire clan in the most direct way that they are the ones who can provide her with everything.

But the problem is, these few males were not husbands she willingly chose.

They were clearly the ones who wanted her dead from the beginning.

Seraphina knew this all too well.

How could she dare to truly make a request?

After all, it was only a few days more. Once she saw her father and the contract was broken, her freedom would be restored.

Now, she can’t cause trouble no matter what, and she definitely can’t reveal her true thoughts.

Wyatt Yardley quietly stared at Seraphina, his dark red eyes slowly narrowing.

Seraphina had truly changed.

Once arrogant and domineering, she had turned gentle and submissive.

But this gentleness was separated by a heart.

She never saw him as "one of her own," not even with a hint of trust.

Just like now, her brow obviously furrowed, clearly uninterested in the roasted meat, yet she forcefully uttered "smells wonderful."

Clearly, there’s something she wants to eat, but she holds it back without daring to say a word.

Is it because...

He’s about to break the contract with her?

Or...

Does she have other plans, other schemes?

Wyatt felt a heavy sensation in his chest.

But he couldn’t say a harsh word, nor find any reason to blame her.

He closed his eyes, then, without saying a word, turned and walked deep into the forest.

Seraphina watched his tall, commanding figure gradually disappear among the mottled shadows of the trees, in a daze for a moment.

She thought perhaps he was going for convenience?

Not thinking too much, she bowed her head and continued gnawing at the roasted meat in her hand.

The remaining males silently looked in the direction Wyatt went, but none of them spoke.

Isaac Vaughn sat by the water, his fishtail gently swaying, his purple eyes deep and unfathomable.

He knew Wyatt too well.

The previous scene had already planted a thorn in that proud male’s heart.

But he was also sure that such an emotion would only make Wyatt fall deeper and deeper.

Wyatt was bound to fall one day, and it would be a devastating fall.

Isaac slowly shifted his gaze to Seraphina.

She sat there, with her head lowered, chewing on the roasted meat slowly, bite by bite.

He had always thought that Seraphina’s compliance these days was all an act, a performance for them.

That deep down, she was still the ruthless and unscrupulous Seraphina, bound to show her true colors.

But as the days passed, she not only didn’t reveal anything but became more stable.

Isaac suddenly realized that he had been watching her for too long.

He furrowed his brow, quickly looked away, and his expression turned cold.

He lowered his head, looking at the scar on his fish tail that had already scabbed over.

That was a spot where scales had been forcibly torn off, twisted in shape, dark in color, looking particularly ugly.

Whenever it rained or when the water temperature suddenly changed, there would be a faint pain there.

She had once ripped off his scales with her own hands, smiling as she watched him convulse in the water from the pain.

She had also once pressed a knife to his throat when he was weakest and said.

"You don’t deserve to live."

That time, he almost died at her hands.

But now, she acted like an innocent person, quietly eating her roasted meat.

Kaelan Hawthorne chewed on his meat, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

His gloomy eyes were always fixed on Wyatt not far away.

Wyatt was really foolish.

The previous scars hadn’t taught him a lesson at all.

He raised his hand, lightly tracing a scar on his cheek.

This wound was left five years ago in Solara.

That night, he was hunted to the brink of death, almost devoured by a wolf pack.

It was also that night he vowed never to be manipulated again or trampled underfoot.

As soon as Seraphina’s blood dripped onto that ancient Contract Talisman, the seal would be lifted.

From then on, no one would be able to control his life or death.

Then he would let her know who was the real chess player, who was the one truly in control of everything.

Seraphina finished her last bite of meat, saw that Wyatt hadn’t returned yet, and spoke.

"Let’s pack up. Once he returns, we’ll head off without delay."

She didn’t want to delay any longer; there was still a long way to go that night.

He’s been in the forest for almost an incense stick’s time, and if they don’t leave soon, they won’t reach the next campsite before nightfall.

The next camp was set in a mountain valley, at least twenty miles from here.

If they didn’t make it, they’d have to camp out in the wild.

And in this forest, wild beasts often roamed at night, and no one could predict what might happen.

The few males started packing the Beast Skin Bag.

Just as they finished collecting their bags, Wyatt returned.

The bag on his back was bulging as if about to burst, and he ran frantically up to Seraphina.

With a sudden move, he dumped everything inside onto the ground.

All kinds of fruits rolled all over the place.

Seraphina’s eyes lit up instantly, and she squatted down to pick up a sweet potato by hand.

"Were they all prepared for me?"

She could hardly believe it. Wyatt had actually found these things, even sweet potatoes.

These things, when cooked, were soft and sweet, just right to suppress the greasiness of roasted meat.

"Do you like them?"

Wyatt’s lips twitched slightly.

"I love them! Love them so much!"

Seraphina nodded enthusiastically while packing the Bag and secretly put a few mangoes and sweet potatoes into her space.

She was planning to plant them in the space later when no one was around.

That way, she could pick them whenever she wanted to eat them, without having to look at anyone’s face again.

The soil in the space was fertile, and the water source was abundant.

If she could plant these fruit trees, she could also easily replenish strength whenever they were traveling.

After gathering everything, she picked up the Bag and prepared to wash it by the river.

Wyatt saw right through her and reached out to take it.

"You don’t move. I’ll go wash it; it will be done in a moment."

Before he even finished speaking, he had already headed toward the river.

Seraphina stood there, watching his back.

"Thank you, Wyatt."

Looking at that tall figure, she suddenly felt that this journey didn’t seem so hard to endure.

Wyatt heard this and slowly turned back, their gazes meeting the smile on her face.

His heart shook, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

"In the future, just say what you want to eat. Don’t keep it in your heart; it’s not good for your health."

Seraphina was slightly stunned.

Their contract hadn’t been dissolved yet, and to outsiders, he was still her Beast Husband.

If she kept thanking him, once they stayed at other tribes, those astute Clan Leaders or elders could easily notice something was off.

By then, suspicion of their relationship might arise, leading to trouble or even inciting jealousy and conflict.

This was a big no-no in the survival-of-the-fittest tribes of the wasteland.

She quickly nodded.

"Alright! Then I really won’t hold back with you in the future. Whatever I want to eat or do, I’ll tell you directly without hiding."