The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 98: Bewitched

Until a suffocating pressure formed in her chest did she realize she had been holding her breath for quite a while.

He noticed her discomfort and slowly stepped back.

Seraphina Caldwell’s ears felt so hot, they could bleed.

She couldn’t help but curse silently in her heart.

Male mating season is too terrifying!

Her emotions fluctuated as if she were on a roller coaster.

One second he seemed eager to tear her apart and devour her, the next he was kissing her passionately, leaving her dazzled.

Isaac Vaughn, however, appeared unfazed, with a faint smile lingering on the corners of his lips.

He glanced down at her, then suddenly swept her up in his arms.

As they reached the door, the Beast Husbands keeping watch outside turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes landing on Seraphina Caldwell.

Being stared at made her feel uneasy, her back tingling with apprehension.

She had just taken a bath, and water was still dripping from the ends of her hair.

Several strands clung to her fair, slender neck, with droplets slowly sliding down her skin.

Seeing everyone’s eyes fixed on her, Seraphina Caldwell was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear into the ground.

Hastily, she wriggled free from Isaac Vaughn’s embrace.

As soon as her toes touched the ground, she ran toward the nearby bonfire.

The aroma of the meat wafting through the air immediately captured her attention.

In a clay pot by the fire, the broth was bubbling vigorously.

The unique sweet and sour fragrance of the red fruit intertwined with the rich aroma of the long-cooked beast meat.

The scent was so enticing that it made her mouth water.

Seraphina Caldwell’s eyes lit up as she leaned closer to the clay pot.

She exclaimed excitedly, "Kaelan Hawthorne, you’re amazing! I only taught you the recipe once yesterday, and you’ve already made it taste exactly the same! It’s exactly the same!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, leaning in even further.

At that moment, Kaelan Hawthorne suddenly turned his head.

The distance between them instantly shrank to the length of a fist.

Seraphina Caldwell’s breath fell on his face unguardedly.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s pupils shrank as he jerked backward.

"Why are you getting so close? Do you want to burn yourself or suffocate me?"

Seraphina Caldwell froze, her excitement instantly solidifying.

She quickly stepped back two paces, awkwardly waving her hands apologetically, stammering, "Sorry, sorry! Next time I’ll be careful to keep a distance, I really didn’t mean it..."

She was so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it, constantly regretting inside.

Just now, Isaac Vaughn treated her with such gentleness, how did she turn around and bump into a cold-faced king?

This contrast was too stark.

Perhaps Wyatt Yardley and Isaac Vaughn had been too gentle and considerate recently, their affectionate behavior had unwittingly made her lower her guard.

She almost forgot that these two would eventually become her arch-nemeses.

This temporary peace was nothing but an illusion.

But as soon as she uttered "sorry," it seemed as if the air instantly froze.

The faces of the Beast Husbands immediately darkened, their eyes turning icy.

Wyatt Yardley was the first to step forward, pulling Seraphina Caldwell over to his side.

"Kaelan Hawthorne, if you dare speak to her like that again, I’ll make sure you can’t keep your tongue."

Isaac Vaughn also approached, firmly standing by Seraphina Caldwell’s other side.

He lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting a faint shadow under the firelight.

"You didn’t do anything wrong, there’s no need to say sorry."

Seraphina Caldwell was taken aback, frozen in place, her heart skipping a beat.

Wasn’t it just a casual apology?

Why was it such a big deal?

She had always grown up navigating life on her own.

Apologizing to her was just a routine, a way to ease awkwardness.

But here, in the eyes of these males, her apology seemed like a denial of their existence...

She laughed dryly, her voice parched.

Her fingertips barely touched the rim of the bowl, the coarse wooden texture she hadn’t even fully felt.

Gideon Larkin rushed over swiftly, without a word, snatching away the wooden bowl and spoon.

"Let me. Females shouldn’t touch these."

Without another word, he crouched by the fire, facing away from the group, his head lowered, scooping the broth spoon by spoon.

The soup was scorching, steam billowing up, reddening his knuckles.

But he stayed silent, biting his teeth, fixing his gaze on the soup in the bowl.

Then Isaac Vaughn gently encircled her waist.

"Leave these things to us. With so many males around, where’s the reason for a female to do it? If you do, we might as well be dead."

He spoke earnestly, his focused gaze on her.

Seraphina Caldwell’s heart trembled fiercely.

In her original world, females were meant to be independent, strong, to shoulder life’s burdens.

But this is The Primal Age, where all rules differ from her understanding.

Here, females are rare and precious, the hope of the tribe.

Hunting, cooking, labor—all the tough tasks are borne by the males.

If she hadn’t crossed over, she might have savored this treatment gleefully.

The problem was, these males before her were the antagonists who teamed up against her in the original story!

Scenes from her memory still floated before her eyes.

Wyatt Yardley coldly severing her wrist.

Gideon Larkin smirking as he burned down her home.

Isaac Vaughn standing in the distance, his eyes vacant as he watched her plummet into the abyss...

How could she truly treat them as Beast Husbands?

She gently wriggled, trying to slip out of Isaac Vaughn’s embrace.

"No need, I can handle it myself. It’s just serving soup, hardly any effort. I’m not a porcelain doll; sooner or later, I need to do things myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene seemed frozen.

Gideon Larkin’s spoon halted mid-air, the scalding broth dropping back into the wooden bowl, drip by drip.

"What did you just say?"

Isaac Vaughn lowered his head, his long lashes trembling slightly.

None of them were fools.

It wasn’t mere politeness; it was distance, it was wariness.

Her words weren’t really about avoiding fatigue.

What she truly feared was the bonds this intimacy could bring.

In the corner, Evan Orwell slowly raised his head, his gaze heavy upon her.

He had been leaning against a piece of grayish-blue rock, his head slightly bowed.

But when she got up and moved towards the water source, her figure coldly distant, his gaze finally followed her.

His eyes held no blame or anger, only an unfathomable depth.

Even Kaelan Hawthorne, usually expressionless, paused, his fingers idly rubbing the edge of the clay pot.

He was lowering his head to sprinkle the final pinch of spice into the soup.

He dared not lift his gaze, fearing his eyes would betray his emotions.

Everyone kept their heads down, focused on their bowls or the ground.

No one dared to speak.

Yet the silence was more suffocating than any argument.

Gideon Larkin handed out the served soup one by one, without saying a word.

When it came to Seraphina Caldwell, he hesitated for a second, didn’t hand it to her, but placed the bowl on the stone in front of her.

Then he turned, sat aside, head lowered, mechanically chewing the meat in his bowl.

Isaac Vaughn released her waist, stepped back, lowering his head.

He had softly embraced her from behind, his palm still retaining the warmth of her body.

But when she accepted the bowl and quietly said "thank you," those two words instantly sobered him.

Wyatt Yardley leaned against the tree trunk, watching Seraphina Caldwell sipping the soup, chest so tight he couldn’t breathe.

His gaze was locked onto Seraphina Caldwell.

The way her lashes lowered as she drank the soup.

These details had once moved him deeply.