The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 114: I Couldn’t Resist

Jasper Quinn saw her eyes sparkling, full of sincerity, and knew she genuinely loved these fruits, which made his heart warm.

"What exchange for Beast Skin! Our tribe has plenty! Every year around this time, we pick a large batch, more than we can eat!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and bounced into the house.

In no time, he came out again, carrying a bulging Beast Skin Bag on his shoulder.

The mouth of the bag was tied tightly with a grass rope, hanging heavily.

He dropped the bag with a thud in front of her, grinning widely.

"Just picked, brought back from the woods this morning, fresh as can be! Take it with you to eat; if it’s not enough, I’ll pack another bag for you tomorrow, there’s plenty!"

Seraphina Caldwell’s eyes widened as she stared at the bag in astonishment.

Was that "some"?

The bag was half her height, standing round and full on the ground, with each fruit plump and round.

A rough count, no fewer than 20 of them!

Is this an exchange?

This was clearly giving everything away, emptying out his family’s stash into her hands!

She waved her hands repeatedly, stepping back half a step, her voice a bit anxious.

"This is too much! I just wanted some for the journey. Do you have enough? I can’t take it with a clear conscience."

She knew that the Rabbit Clan wasn’t good at fighting, lived off gathering herbs and growing fruits, so their stored food was very precious.

The fruits harvested in a year were few; each had to be used carefully.

If she took away the whole bag of pinecones, she’d really feel uneasy.

But Jasper Quinn just smiled and squatted down, pushing the Beast Skin Bag forward again.

"Don’t worry, these fruits have thick skins and hard flesh; the females in the tribe find them too tough and don’t like eating them. Every time we pick them, they just sit in a corner, untouched."

"Mostly... we males only gnaw at them when we’re starving."

He paused, grinning widely.

"I’ve got quite a pile of them myself; this really isn’t much. Take them to munch on the road; better than chewing on dry grass roots."

Seraphina Caldwell still couldn’t decide, her fingers unintentionally twisting her clothes, she quietly looked over at Wyatt Yardley, who was holding her.

She’s unfamiliar with the world’s rules and couldn’t even grasp the simplest exchange etiquette.

Wyatt Yardley was softened by her appearance.

He raised a hand and ruffled her hair.

"We’ll accept the fruits, thank you. Later, I’ll send something over; we won’t take it for free."

That was a declaration of territory, a reminder to Jasper Quinn.

Your goodwill is accepted, but don’t overstep.

Jasper Quinn opened his mouth, wanting to say it wasn’t necessary.

But when he looked up, he caught Wyatt Yardley’s ink-black eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

The words got stuck in his throat, and he could only nod, forcing a smile on his face.

Wyatt Yardley said no more, holding her steadily in one arm, ensuring she felt no fear of falling, and took the bag with the other hand.

Jasper Quinn stood still, watching the two figures slowly disappear into the distance.

They... didn’t seem as distant as I thought.

Seraphina Caldwell nestled in Wyatt Yardley’s embrace, her body securely protected by him, but her heart was full of excitement.

So many fruits, each plump and round, with a frost-like sheen on their surface.

If she picked the ripe ones and planted them in her space, maybe she could grow a whole patch!

She still had the rich, moist black soil in her space, perfect for seedling cultivation.

Ground into powder later, she could steam buns.

No need to chew on greasy jerky or sour wild fruits every day!

Just the thought made her mouth water.

Wyatt Yardley glanced down and immediately noticed her sly, calculating expression.

His mouth couldn’t help but turn up.

Earlier, she was polite, but now her mind was full of schemes, plotting to keep all the benefits for herself.

Really... so cute it makes one want to pinch her little face.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Seraphina Caldwell was calculating how to sneak the fruits into her space when her body suddenly swayed.

She leaned forward, quickly hugging his neck and looking up in confusion.

"What’s wrong?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Wyatt Yardley’s face moved closer.

Her mind buzzed, as if it exploded.

When they parted, air rushed back into her lungs, and she couldn’t help but breathe lightly.

"Aren’t you... past your estrus period?"

Her voice quivered slightly, her breath still unsteady, her chest heaving greatly.

Every time he got close before, she could feel that uncontrollable restlessness inside her.

But now, her body showed no signs, and her emotions were as calm as usual.

So why did he still kiss her?

This was beyond her comprehension.

"It’s not because of estrus."

He paused, his gaze locking straight onto hers.

"I just couldn’t help it, wanted to kiss you."

Seraphina Caldwell stood frozen in place, her mind blank.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, her eyes slightly widened.

But before she could sort out her thoughts or respond in any way, Wyatt Yardley leaned over and picked her up again.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks still burning hot.

As they reached the doorway, they saw Gideon Larkin and Isaac Vaughn talking in low voices.

The firelight flickered on their faces, casting dancing shadows.

Kaelan Hawthorne squatted by the fire, holding a wooden skewer, flipping a piece of Beast Meat. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Fat dripped onto the flames, making a sizzling sound.

A rich aroma rose with the heat, filling the air, making one’s fingers twitch with hunger.

Seeing Wyatt Yardley approach with Seraphina Caldwell in his arms, the three of them almost simultaneously looked up.

Wyatt Yardley gently set Seraphina Caldwell on the ground.

Then, he casually took the bag of pinecones off his shoulder and tossed it accurately to Kaelan Hawthorne.

"Roast this too."

Kaelan Hawthorne caught the bag with a raised hand and opened it to peek inside.

Inside lay a few round, golden-hued pinecones.

He didn’t ask much or say much, just nodded lightly.

He placed the bag aside and squatted down to start picking the fruits.

He placed the fruits one by one at the edge of the fire, letting them slowly heat.

Wyatt Yardley then turned to walk toward the back of the log cabin.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turning back to wave at Gideon Larkin.

"Gideon Larkin, come over."

Gideon Larkin was poking the firewood.

Hearing the call, he paused with a confused expression, then stood up, brushed the ash off his pants, and walked over hesitantly.

The two stood in the shadow at the side of the log cabin.

Wyatt Yardley turned around, his gaze fixed on Gideon Larkin’s face.

"Can you just make only your ears appear, without changing other parts?"

Seraphina Caldwell gripped the fur at his nape, pinching it hard, and shook her head.

"Don’t stop, I’m really not tired, not hungry at all. Let’s keep going, hurry to the Rabbit Clan, maybe we’ll hear news about dad soon."

She only cared about one thing, finding her father.

Ever since setting out last night, she hadn’t rested a step.

Yet she didn’t feel tired in the slightest; in fact, she was becoming more awake.

Every moment of delay added to her anxiety.

Gideon Larkin ran steadily.

He couldn’t help but quietly flick the tip of his tail, the furry end gently swaying behind him.

Luckily, he didn’t act foolishly yesterday; if he had really let her go after a few soft words, he might never sleep soundly again in his life.

Closing his eyes at night, his dreams were full of images of her being snatched away by wild beasts.

His eyes then glanced at Kaelan Hawthorne by the side.

This fool still mutters about breaking the Contract every day?