The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 126: Does It Look Good?

He stood on the stone bridge at the village entrance, looked back at her, said nothing, only nodded gently towards her.

She quietly clenched her fist.

She must seize every moment.

As her gaze shifted, she suddenly noticed Isaac Vaughn in the corner.

He was facing away from the flickering fire pit, head lowered, sewing stitch by stitch on a piece of Beast Skin.

The skin was laid flat on his knees, but the edges were exceptionally strong.

Seraphina Caldwell quietly got up, walked over, squatted down beside him, staring at him without blinking.

"Isaac, what are you doing?"

Isaac did not look up, the bone needle in his hand still darting quickly back and forth on the Beast Skin.

"This is the skin of a Sea Beast."

"I’m sewing a cloak to keep you dry from the rain."

Seraphina then leaned in for a closer look.

The neckline was indeed very large, the hem hung down, enough to cover below the knees, it really looked like a cloak.

She thought Isaac, having grown up in the sea, would not fear getting wet.

Yet here was a cloak made to shelter from wind and rain, sewn by him stitch by stitch.

She hadn’t thought he would take the time to make such a thing, it was really...

A bit surprising.

Seeing her staring at him without looking away, Isaac’s hand holding the bone needle paused slightly.

"Does it look good?"

Seraphina’s mind buzzed and went blank.

She didn’t quite catch whether he was asking about the clothes or about himself, only relied on instinct to respond. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Mm!"

Isaac let out a soft laugh.

His needle resumed its movement, but this time the action was noticeably slower.

"I never said you couldn’t watch."

He continued to whisper.

"For however long you want to watch, I’m willing."

This place at night had no lamps, nor any plays to listen to.

Usually, people would lie down early after dinner.

Either fall asleep with eyes closed, or stare at the pitch-black ceiling while daydreaming.

But now, looking at Isaac sitting by the fire pit sewing clothes, was more fascinating than looking up at a sky full of stars.

His hands were really beautiful.

Long, slender fingers, with distinct joints.

At this moment, those hands were holding a bone needle, darting back and forth on the pale blue Beast Skin.

Seraphina stared at the shimmering blue thread, finally unable to resist asking.

"This blue thread... Where did it come from?"

Isaac’s fingertips gave a slight flick.

"It’s my own hair."

"What? Hair?!"

Seraphina’s pupils suddenly contracted.

She instinctively reached out, her fingertips touching the lock of long hair hanging over his shoulder.

No matter how she tried to imagine it, she couldn’t think that such hair could be used as thread for sewing clothes.

"Wouldn’t it break if you pulled it?"

She frowned and pressed on.

"Wouldn’t it snap if tugged while sewing?"

"No, it wouldn’t."

Isaac did not dodge, letting her fingertips lightly brush through his strands of hair.

"Merfolk’s hair is much sturdier than those on land. It can be used as thread and also to weave nets, there’s a lot it can do."

Isaac spoke while lightly combing his icy blue locks draped over his shoulder.

He lifted a strand of hair around his fingertip, pulled slightly, and the hair didn’t snap, instead tautened like a string.

"Look, even Beast Skin can be pierced with it."

He murmured, threading the hair through the small hole in the bone needle.

Seraphina became even more intrigued, muttering inwardly.

Is it really that tough?

She reached out with her forefinger and thumb, pinched a small tuft of hair, tentatively tugged gently, but the hair remained unmoved.

"So sturdy? Can it really be used to sew clothes?"

Though she asked, her hands continued, brushing it a few more times.

Before she could pull her hand back, Isaac suddenly turned, his lips gently pinching her fingertip.

Seraphina immediately withdrew her hand, her fingertip still tingling.

"Stop touching it, I haven’t passed my mating season yet, if you keep touching me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold the needle steady and sew the clothes well."

Isaac looked down at the cloak in his hand.

He closed his eyes briefly, his ear fins quivering slightly, scales at his neck showed a pink hue, a sign only seen when emotions ran high.

Seeing the fiery passion in his eyes, Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat, she quickly hid both hands behind her.

She chuckled awkwardly.

"Ah... I didn’t mean it! I was just curious..."

Beastfolk’s mating season is too absurd!

She just touched his hair, how did that become flirtatious?

Seraphina grumbled wildly in her heart.

She grew up in the tribe, familiar with Beastfolk customs, but no one ever mentioned that a hair touch could lead to trouble!

Isaac caught sight of her clumsy demeanor, chuckled lightly.

The stitches remained neat, but the pace clearly slowed.

His eyes followed her panicked little movements.

Seraphina watched for a long time, Isaac’s fingers weaving back and forth on the pale blue Beast Skin.

She originally wanted to say something, but as she watched, her gaze inadvertently stuck to his nimble hands.

With the dense arrangement of stitches, the cloak’s edge already revealed a smooth curve.

Seraphina’s eyelids grew heavy.

"Isaac, I’m going to sleep now... After you finish sewing, come hold me, okay?"

Finishing without waiting for a response, she scooted onto the pile of laid Beast Skin.

Isaac tilted his head to look at her.

"Mm, I’ll be done shortly."

He put down the needle and thread, reaching out to pull the scattered Beast Skin up, covering her shoulders.

Seraphina, drowsy and fuzzy, remembered he hadn’t passed his mating season.

He said he was still in heat...

When he holds me will he...

Will he lose control?

This thought just emerged and was swallowed by the slumber bug.

Isaac quickened his pace with his actions.

He didn’t want to keep her waiting too long.

Finishing the final edge, he gently bit through the strand of hair.

The cloak was mostly completed, only some fine details left to finish the next day.

Seraphina replied with a sound, turning over to climb atop the Beast Skin.

As soon as she lay down, a dark shadow fell over her.

She half-opened her eyes, saw Wyatt Yardley squatting beside her.

"You’re not feverish."

Wyatt let out a sigh of relief.

"Can I hold you to sleep?"

Seraphina blinked.

"Didn’t your mating season pass? Gideon is still in heat though..."

She muttered groggily, eyelids drooping once more.

She distinctly remembered Wyatt said yesterday his cycle had passed, logically there shouldn’t be such impulses.

But now her mind was too heavy, she was too lazy to probe further.

Wyatt’s fingers lightly paused.

His gaze swept to Gideon Larkin, who was pretending to stare at the fire pit not far away.

Wyatt’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Gideon, your mating season... isn’t over?"

Gideon’s heart suddenly tightened, his whole body stiffened.

How could he dare continue pretending?

Now exposed by Wyatt, he chuckled awkwardly, slowly moved over to Seraphina’s side.

"Well... Seraphina, the mating season ended early for me, I... forgot to tell you."

Seraphina’s eyes suddenly widened.

She turned her head to stare at Gideon.

"Isaac isn’t done, how did yours end so soon? His constitution is stronger than yours, it’s only been a few days, and you’re already recovered?"

Gideon scratched the back of his head, his eyes drifted uneasily, not daring to meet her gaze.

"Well... Beastfolk aren’t all the same? My constitution is more... special? Maybe... absorbed quickly? Or... high resistance? Anyway... It’s just ended."

His words grew increasingly unsure.

Seraphina stared at him for two seconds, seeing his unnatural look, didn’t press further.

She turned around again, back to Wyatt.

"Then why do you insist on holding me?"

Wyatt was caught off guard by the question.