The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 374 - 292: Pregnancy

Rushing all the way to the hut where the witch doctor resided, startling the tribe’s working Beastmen and females to look over one after another.

Zeke followed closely, with a sullen expression like someone owed him eight million.

Caleb followed expressionlessly at the end, his face not looking very good.

Zeke glanced at him coldly and spoke with displeasure, "Why are you following?"

Caleb’s eyes flickered, and he said blandly, "I’m the Guardian of the Mistress, naturally I have to protect her safety at all times."

Zeke snorted coldly, "You better be."

Then he withdrew his gaze, too lazy to bother with him.

Meanwhile.

"Put me down, I’m just a little dizzy, really nothing serious."

Luna Sutton was being jostled by Malachi Arcanus all the way, feeling nauseous. No matter how much she pinched, hit, or pounded, this man would not put her down, but instead carried her faster and faster.

Now she felt even more like vomiting, with her stomach churning.

Seeing her pale and sickly appearance, like she was about to vomit, Malachi was more convinced something was wrong. He held her tighter and ran even faster, "Look at you, how pale your little face is, what are you trying to be strong for?"

"I told you I’m fine. If something’s wrong, can’t I check myself? Just put me down already."

She resisted the nausea and urge to vomit, her small hand pinched his waist hard again and turned it, speaking angrily.

This bit of strength was like a tickle to Malachi, and he chuckled, "Sure, Luna can check herself, but you are always being strong, not taking your body seriously. This time the old man has to take a good look."

Zeke, following behind, added with a cold face, "He’s finally smart for once."

Caleb silently followed, his golden eyes sweeping over Luna Sutton’s pale face, with a hint of worry flashing across the depths of his eyes.

Soon they arrived at the witch doctor’s place.

"Old man, Luna is sick, hurry out here."

Malachi held Luna Sutton while shouting and rushing inside.

The Old Shaman inside, who was preparing medicine, was so startled that his hand shook, spilling powder all over the table.

"Brat, don’t you know this old man is too old to be scared like that? Why are you yelling so loud?"

The Old Shaman picked up the pestle to throw but stopped abruptly when he saw Luna Sutton’s pale face, "What’s wrong with the girl?"

Zeke quickly came in, pulled Malachi away, and gently placed Luna Sutton on the beast skin mat, "Suddenly dizzy, face pale, hands ice cold."

The Old Shaman was about to go forward to examine.

Unexpectedly, Luna Sutton suddenly pushed Zeke away strongly, bent over, and vomited wildly, making a mess on the ground.

Even Zeke’s beast skin boots got vomited on, and the hem of the green beast skin robe was stained quite a bit.

If it were someone else who dared to vomit on him, Zeke would have immediately slapped them away and then severely dealt with them.

But since it was Luna who vomited, he naturally couldn’t get angry.

Instead, he felt very distressed.

See, she vomited, and still says nothing’s wrong.

Caleb silently passed over warm water and a clean Beast Cloth, only for Malachi to intercept midway, "No need for your fawning!"

"Everyone, stop arguing."

Luna Sutton took the Beast Cloth and wiped her mouth, drank a sip of warm water, and only then did her stomach feel much better.

The Old Shaman glanced at the few drops of vomit on the beast skin boots, his bushy beard bristling with anger, "Malachi! Did you jostle her stomach all the way?"

Malachi was dumbfounded by the scolding, scratched his head, "I just... ran a little fast..."

"You call that a little fast?"

The Old Shaman picked up the pestle again and knocked it on his head, "Can females compare with you thick-skinned brutes?"

Luna Sutton suddenly held her chest and retched again.

Zeke, having learned from before, silently offered a new bronze basin filled with warm water, and placed a clean Beast Cloth beside it.

He stood sideways next to her, gently patting her back to make her more comfortable.

At this moment, Corbin Crowley’s figure appeared at the doorway, his silver eyes scanned the mess all over, his expression changing abruptly.

He quickly came over, seeing Luna Sutton’s frighteningly pale face, and instantly felt heartache, "What happened?"

"Blame that brute Malachi, carried her running all the way."

Zeke glanced at Malachi and said coldly.

Completely forgetting he didn’t stop it either and even thought Malachi was smart for once.

Rhys Blackwood stepped in, his black eyes sweeping over Luna Sutton’s pale face, his gaze deepening.

His eyes turned to Zeke, and his cold voice held a few notes of reproach, "He’s reckless, and you followed? Didn’t know to stop him in time."

As he spoke, he had already come over, his hands dipped into the basin, wrung out the wet Beast Cloth, carefully cleaned the stains off Luna Sutton, his actions inconceivably gentle, afraid of hurting her.

Zeke was left speechless by the rebuke, knowing it was his fault, glanced at Rhys without speaking.