The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 78: What Should I Do with You?

When Evangeline awoke, the bed beneath her felt soft and familiar.

She frowned instinctively. ’I wonder if Caden Albright and Thorne wiped all the dust off,’ was her first thought. ’If they didn’t clean it before laying me down, it must be filthy, right?’

She cautiously felt the edge of the bed. It was still damp.

Clearly, someone had frantically wiped down the dust-covered bed.

The corner of Evangeline’s mouth twitched. ’It’s hard to imagine Thorne and Caden Albright, two such deadly and decisive males, putting on a brave face while clumsily sweeping away dust and tidying up the cave.’

Just then, a slightly hoarse, alluring voice whispered by her ear, "You’re awake?"

"If you’re awake, get up and have something to eat." The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the air.

Evangeline cautiously lifted her lashes to peek, and her gaze immediately met Caden Albright’s.

His face was paper-white. His usually magnificent, striking features seemed to have lost their color, giving him a sickly look. He was quiet and withdrawn, watching her without any discernible emotion.

"COUGH—" Evangeline clutched her chest as she sat up. She looked around. It was, as she’d suspected, the same cave where she and Danton had taken shelter. They probably hadn’t dared to move her far, given her condition.

Caden Albright stepped forward without a word and handed her the roasted meat.

Evangeline took it, and they regarded each other in silence.

Suddenly, a violent heave rose in her throat as the heavy, meaty scent rushed straight to her head—

"RETCH—"

The color drained from Evangeline’s face as she threw herself over the edge of the bed, vomiting violently.

The Beast Spirit Flower mark on her forehead flashed erratically as she trembled, flickering in and out of sight.

Caden Albright’s pupils constricted. He rushed forward to steady her by the shoulders, his voice laced with a rare tension. "What’s wrong?"

Evangeline weakly lifted her eyelids. "I..."

"RETCH—"

Her throat convulsed violently, and she pushed the roasted meat further away. "I... I can’t stand the smell..."

"RETCH—"

She was pale and looked terribly weak.

Caden Albright’s expression changed in an instant, and he flung the roasted meat out of the cave.

His steps were unsteady as he returned. He paused before the bed, then finally knelt with one knee on its edge and carefully gathered Evangeline into his arms. He patted her back gently with a slender hand, as if soothing a cub.

With her back pressed against his heaving chest, she heard his normally languid voice, now drawn taut with worry. "Do you still feel sick? Thorne has already gone to find a Witch. Don’t be afraid."

Evangeline clutched his snow-white beast skin and turned to look at him. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears, like shattered pearls, rolled down her cheeks. A choked sob escaped her throat. "You don’t blame me anymore?"

Her scalding tears landed on the back of his hand, making his fingers go stiff.

He lowered his gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing slowly. An indescribable bitterness surged through him, so sharp he could almost taste blood.

When she had suddenly vomited blood and collapsed, the piercing sight of crimson had shattered all his feigned indifference.

’Hatred? Revenge?’ Faced with her paper-white complexion, such feelings evaporated completely. ’As long as she was safe, it was as if all the past pain and despair no longer mattered.’

The light in Caden Albright’s eyes dimmed, and a faint, self-mocking smile touched his lips. He started to speak several times before the words finally came out. "The cub in your belly is being difficult. It must be very hard on you, right?"

His voice was terribly hoarse by the end. He placed a hand on her swollen belly, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Evangeline suddenly turned and threw her arms around him, bursting into tears. "I’m sorry."

Fat tears streamed down, scalding hot as they flowed over her healed Red Fox Contract Mark.

The corners of Caden Albright’s eyes reddened. He hugged her back, and amid the years of anguish, he felt an unfamiliar sweetness start to bloom.

He pulled back slightly and cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands.

As their breaths mingled, he suddenly bent down and kissed her trembling lips.

After a long moment, their breathing ragged, the cub in her womb actually began to protest.

It moved.

Caden Albright froze, his entire body as rigid as a statue.

He stared down at Evangeline’s belly in a daze, his voice barely a whisper. "It... it moved?"

Evangeline nodded. The tip of her nose was red, and she looked a little pitiful.

Caden Albright looked up at her and leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against hers.

He was silent for a long time before letting out a low chuckle. His voice was hoarse, full of its familiar, heart-wrenching tenderness. "Tell me, how can I blame you? What am I supposed to do with you?"

Evangeline kept her forehead pressed against his, her fingertips gently combing through his silvery-white hair.

The moment she lowered her gaze, a dark undercurrent swirled in her eyes. A dangerous yet beautiful aura seemed to make the very air stand still.

But in the next instant, she reverted to her frail appearance. Her eyelashes fluttered, casting a shadow on the bridge of his nose, as if that flash of sharpness had been a mere illusion.

’Showing weakness once in a while isn’t shameful,’ she thought. ’Tears and blood are always the sharpest weapons.’

’As long as it helps me complete my mission, why get hung up on the methods?’

"Do you still feel sick?" Caden Albright’s hand rested on her belly. His touch was light, his voice soft.

Evangeline pursed her lips slightly. "I don’t feel sick when you’re holding me. The cub must have sensed its father."

Caden Albright chuckled softly and held her closer, his voice growing grave. "The rainy season is almost here..."

Evangeline nodded, the scent of Caden Albright filling her senses. She was just about to speak when the sound of footsteps reached them.

Thorne strode in, dragging a withered old man behind him. The old man’s Beast Skin Clothes were askew, and he was trembling in terror.

The air instantly grew tense.

Thorne’s dark green eyes were fixed on the embracing couple, an undercurrent of emotion churning within their depths.

He acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing, shoving the old man forward. "Go," he said coldly. "Take a look at her."

Evangeline pulled away from Caden Albright’s embrace. Her gaze fell on Thorne. His sharply chiseled face was damp, and water dripped from the pale tips of his hair, leaving dark patches on the floor.

"Is it raining?" Evangeline tilted her head, listening. At some point, the sound of the downpour outside had become a dense curtain of noise.

Hearing the weakness in her voice, Thorne pursed his lips, stepped forward, and tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

He shook the water from the tips of his hair, his dark green eyes glinting in the dim light. "The rainy season is almost here. Let this old goat take a look at you. If it’s nothing serious, we’ll head back to the tribe. If we wait for the downpour to wash out the mountain roads, we’ll be stuck in this damn place all season."

Caden Albright pulled the bedsheet higher over Evangeline, cutting Thorne off icily. "Let him examine her first."

Thorne met Caden Albright’s gaze, his own just as cold, but he said nothing more.

The old goat-like Beastman didn’t dare lift his head, trembling as he took in the terrifying aura of the High-Marked Beastmen in the cave.

Evangeline blinked and said softly, "I’m fine. I’ve just been exhausted these past few days."

’I’d just played a little trick on them,’ she thought. ’All I did was clear my blocked meridians and cough up some of the stagnant blood from my old injuries to give them a scare. Besides, getting rid of that bad blood is good for the body.’

"Examine her!" Thorne stepped forward and grabbed the old, goat-like Beastman by the neck, forcing him to make a diagnosis.

The old Beastman looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn’t dare protest, merely asking a few questions in a low voice. He was just an ordinary Witch, not skilled in healing. He usually treated the tribe’s cubs for minor aches and pains; he didn’t dare attempt anything reckless.

His withered fingers fumbled tremblingly inside his medicine pouch, and a few dried herbs rustled out.

He stole a glance at Thorne’s grim face, then his eyes fell on the glaring bloodstain on Caden Albright’s white beast skin. His Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty. "Your... your female master just has a minor ailment... Just take... take this..."

Before he could finish, Thorne’s expression grew even darker. "You call vomiting blood a ’minor ailment’?"

The old man stumbled back in fright, looking pleadingly at Evangeline.

"It’s alright. I’m really fine. I’m a Witch myself, don’t you think I’d know?" Evangeline took Thorne’s hand and shook her head, then turned to the old Beastman. "You can go back now."

Hearing this, the old Beastman was so relieved he almost cried. He left behind a pile of medicinal herbs and fled as if he’d been granted amnesty.

"Tch. So ’kind’ of you." Thorne suddenly sneered, a shadow falling over his handsome features. He deliberately spat out the word "kind," his tone sinister, the sound like a poisoned icicle.

His slender fingers unconsciously toyed with the sharp bone knife at his waist.

’How many times in the past,’ he thought, ’had he wanted to use this very knife to cut her throat.’