Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 212: You like this kind of place?

Rory had faked illness before—so it didn’t take her long to realize that the Wolf King’s "severe injuries" were nothing but an act.

At first, she was puzzled. Why would the Wolf King pretend to be so badly hurt?

Now she understood.

He was afraid she had come to return Xarion.

Rory’s lips twitched slightly. It couldn’t have been easy for him—playing weak, even putting on a pitiful show.

"Father, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t come to return him." She reached out and took Xarion’s hand. "Xarion is very good. And I’ve already formed a bond with him. Even if you wanted him back, I wouldn’t agree." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"...You’re not returning him?" The Wolf King looked at her, still a little doubtful.

Rory nodded. "I swear to the Beast God—I did not come to return him."

The moment she invoked the Beast God, the Wolf King’s worries vanished completely. He straightened at once, releasing the First Elder’s support. "Good! As long as you’re not returning him!"

He sounded full of vigor again. The fear that had nearly killed him moments ago disappeared instantly.

Xarion narrowed his eyes. "Father... your injuries?"

"Oh, those?" The Wolf King patted his chest heartily. "Already healed. Completely healed. I’m in excellent health."

Xarion was speechless.

The Wolf King deliberately avoided his son’s icy gaze and instead beamed warmly at Rory. "Miss Rory, what brings you to the wolf clan? We’re family—no need to stand on ceremony. Whatever you need, just say the word."

As long as she wasn’t returning Xarion, everything else was negotiable.

His change in attitude was faster than flipping a page.

Rory smiled. "We came to stay in the Snow Domain for a few days. After that, we’ll leave. Don’t worry—Xarion’s spiritual power has stabilized. There won’t be any more loss-of-control incidents."

"Really?!" The Wolf King turned to Xarion in disbelief. His eyes grew misty with emotion. "Good... good! That’s wonderful!"

As long as Xarion’s power remained stable, the wolf clan wouldn’t have to worry about relocating ever again.

He immediately turned to the First Elder. "Go at once—send people to clean up Xarion’s house. Miss Rory and her companions must be exhausted from their journey. Let them rest first. And tomorrow, prepare a grand bonfire feast to welcome them properly to the Snow Domain!"

Watching his father’s dramatic transformation, Xarion rolled his eyes.

My father’s ability to change expressions is getting faster by the day.

The First Elder quickly arranged for people to tidy up Xarion’s residence.

In truth, the house had always been maintained. Despite his words, the Wolf King had never stopped caring about his only son.

Once everything was ready, he urged Xarion to take Rory and the others to rest.

Although Xarion knew his father had been pretending, before leaving, he quietly traded some beast cores with Yuel for several healing flowers—and tossed them to the Wolf King anyway.

***

Xarion’s Residence

Rory was surprised the moment she stepped inside. The place was... unexpectedly warm and lively.

There were small hills, streams, even a little waterfall cascading into a clear pool lined with blooming flowers.

Nearby stood a three-story villa.

Its white exterior walls were decorated with all kinds of plush ornaments, and beside it were playground-like structures—seesaws, spinning platforms, and various playful installations.

It looked more like an amusement park than a residence.

A complete contrast to the dark, almost underworld-like room Xarion had lived in before.

Nix stared at him in disbelief. "Xarion... so you actually like this kind of place?"

You really couldn’t tell.

Xarion pressed his lips together, a little embarrassed. "My parents built this for me when I was a child. After my abilities started losing control, I rarely stayed here."

Back then... he had truly loved this place.

"I like it too," Rory said with a smile. "When we get back, let’s renovate our estate. We’ll make it into something everyone likes."

After exploring the house, fatigue finally caught up with her.

Knowing that Yuel was about to formally bond with her, the others didn’t compete this time. They quietly gave him the chance to stay with her.

Xarion arranged for Rory to stay in the largest room on the third floor.

Though it couldn’t compare to her room back at the estate, it was still spacious and comfortable. Everything inside had been freshly replaced.

The moment she entered, Rory leaned into Yuel. "Yuel... I want to take a bath."

Her voice was soft, carrying the weight of all the days she had missed him.

"I’ll carry you." Yuel lifted her gently into his arms. After a brief glance around the room, he carried her into the bathroom.

He set her down carefully beside the tub, where soft mats cushioned the floor.

Rory remained draped against him like a languid cat, her legs hanging loosely as she refused to let go, leaning most of her weight against his body.

"Rory, wait just a moment. It’ll be ready soon."

Yuel bent down and turned on the water.

Warm streams poured into the tub, the soft sound echoing in the quiet space, thickening the atmosphere between them.

Rory said nothing. She simply rested her forehead lightly against his shoulder, feeling the firm warmth beneath his uniform.

The faint scent of him lingered—cool like winter wind, yet softened by a delicate floral fragrance.

Yuel felt her quiet dependence. His throat tightened. He tilted his head slightly, his breath brushing close to her ear. "Rory..."

She lifted her head slowly, meeting his gaze—restrained, yet burning with something barely contained.

Her arms slipped around his neck. "Yuel... I don’t want to move."

"I’ll help you."

His fingers, still carrying a trace of coolness, moved slowly to the buttons at her collar.

He undid them one by one, his movements deliberate—almost reverent. Each touch sent a faint shiver across her skin.

Fabric slipped away.

In the rising steam, her pale skin glowed softly, like warm jade under misted light.

For a moment, the world seemed to narrow to nothing but the quiet rush of water.

Yuel lifted her gently into the bath.

Though desire stirred within him, he held himself back.

He knew she wouldn’t be comfortable if he lost control here.

Lowering his head, he brushed a kiss against her lips and slipped a small flower into her mouth—its essence dissolving, easing her fatigue.

After she finished bathing, he wrapped her in a large towel and carried her out.

The bedroom was warm from the fire crystals—there was no chill at all.

Yuel carefully dried her hair, then lay her gently on the bed.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Rory... wait for me a moment. I’ll be right back."