The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 133: Scheming in the Shadows

Wyatt Yardley’s gaze deepened.

"He’s very patient. As a Blue Rank powerhouse, he’s exceptional in strength and not lacking in looks, with many females showing interest in him; he can’t be lacking in confidence or choices."

"But look at him. After delivering the meat, he just turns and leaves, without even a word. He doesn’t even bother to test the waters, let alone get closer or strike up a conversation. This doesn’t look like someone who likes another. Clearly, he’s waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the right time to quietly make a move."

Isaac Vaughn nodded in silence.

"You’re right, he’s never been a coward, never. If he truly wanted to forcibly take Seraphina away, even proposing Bonding in front of everyone, he has both the confidence and the strength. After all, within the Elephant Clan, his status is unparalleled, his power unmatched, even if we joined forces to stop him, we probably couldn’t."

"Yet he remains silent, acting as if nothing concerns him, not revealing a shred of emotion... This abnormality only makes one more uneasy. The calmer he is, the more it seems like he’s secretly planning something, hiding a trump card enough to turn the tables, just waiting for the time to strike."

Wyatt Yardley didn’t hesitate and continued.

"We’ll leave early tomorrow morning. No farewells, no greetings, and don’t wait for anyone to wake. Before dawn, we’re moving out. The earlier we leave, the safer. Since he’s waiting for an opportunity, we absolutely cannot give him a single chance to exploit."

Isaac Vaughn nodded.

"Alright, I’ll start preparing. Luggage, provisions, horses, maps, everything needs to be checked thoroughly. Tonight, I’ll take the first watch, and tomorrow morning, it’s your turn to lead her away. Not a word more, not a single person disturbed."

The next day, Seraphina was awakened by a jolt.

Groggily lifting her head, her sight met Wyatt Yardley’s gaze.

Seraphina blinked, her mind finally catching up, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.

Only then did she realize she was being carried by him.

Wyatt Yardley lowered his head, seeing her finally awake, couldn’t help but bend down and brush her lips. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Afraid you’d sleep in, we hit the road just at dawn."

His fingers gently massaged her back.

Seraphina’s consciousness finally fully awakened.

Her eyes roved across his face and suddenly paused.

"Did you... not sleep last night?"

She remembered falling asleep to Isaac Vaughn’s humming of that ancient lullaby.

But she knew these people couldn’t rest.

They had to pack, plan routes, take turns keeping watch, ensure everything was perfect.

And even now, he was carrying her on the journey.

Wyatt Yardley chuckled softly.

"A bit sleepy, but manageable. You’re the one who slept like a little pig, silent snores and smacking your lips, dreaming of some tasty treats."

Seraphina blushed, lowered her head, and her fingers instinctively twisted her hem.

"No way... stop making things up."

He fixed his gaze on her flushed face and continued to laugh.

"Alright, is little Seraphina hungry? Taken away without even breakfast, is your tummy protesting now?"

The ’little Seraphina’ rolled naturally off his tongue.

Seraphina froze momentarily, her heart skipping a beat.

She opened her mouth, intending to object to his affectionate nickname.

But as the words formed, not a single sound came out.

She surprisingly found it natural.

Soon after, the group stopped in a dense forest.

Large and thick trees blocked most of the morning light.

The terrain was remote, sparsely populated, ideal for hiding.

Wyatt Yardley gently set Seraphina down, his palm hovering at her waist, fearing she’d lose her footing.

The rest of the group followed, vigilant expressions in place, their eyes continuously scanning the surroundings.

A thick layer of dry leaves covered the ground, rustling underfoot.

The piled leaves were thick and solid, sitting down, the body slightly sinking in, not sparing the behind.

Isaac Vaughn handed over a pottery jar.

"Fresh from the stream, wash your face first."

Seraphina received the jar, inexplicably warmed inside.

She then looked up, giving him a sweet smile.

Bending down, she began washing, splashing a handful of water onto her face.

Though she grew accustomed these days to males fetching water, making fires, arranging clothes for her.

In her bones, coming from the modern world, the spirit of independence lingered.

Kaelan Hawthorne squatted by the fire.

A sharpened stick in hand, he rotated a piece of sizzling roasted meat.

The meat had been brought by Albert Wyndham the day before.

Cut into small pieces, skewered onto several wooden sticks, slowly roasting on the fire’s edge.

Just as Seraphina inadvertently lifted her head, their eyes met.

At that moment, he smirked.

"Almost done."

Seraphina couldn’t help but ask.

"Why roast just this much? It’s not enough."

She frowned, eyes fixed on the skewers.

Kaelan Hawthorne glanced at her.

"The meat is cooked; we only need to heat a portion for you. We eat it at room temperature, just as flavorful."

He paused, then continued.

"Eat sooner, leave sooner, don’t delay the journey."

Seraphina agreed upon hearing it was for time, nodding swiftly.

Ignoring the heat, she tore off a small chunk, stuffing her mouth, gobbling it down.

But after two bites, her hand was pressed down.

Isaac Vaughn handed her a wooden bowl, filled with freshly squeezed juice.

"Don’t rush, eat slowly, don’t choke."

"Drink some; it won’t dry."

"At this pace, we’ll reach the Tiger Clan by afternoon. There’s enough time, no need to rush."

Seraphina looked up, giving him a smile.

"Okay, I’ll listen to you."

She never held back in responding to kindness.

No matter how Isaac Vaughn might change, at least now, this care was genuine.

Setting the wooden bowl down, her peripheral vision caught Kaelan Hawthorne, head down tidying the roasted meat.

"Kaelan Hawthorne, have you been to the Tiger Clan’s settlement?"

Kaelan Hawthorne paused his hand.

He slowly lifted his head, giving a soft "hmm."

He then immediately dropped his gaze, eyes returning to the fire.

But the hand holding the stick gripped tightly.

Seraphina didn’t notice his anomaly, her head tilted, continuing to ask.

"Then... do you think Dad went there?"

Kaelan Hawthorne sharply lifted his gaze, his eyes piercingly fixed on her.

"I was forcibly dragged from the Tiger Clan by your dad to make the Contract with you."

He paused, his tone intensifying.

"If he could find someone better, why pick me? Do you think I’m the first willing male to sign such a contract?"

His words hit straight into Seraphina’s heart.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out; she could only stare at Kaelan Hawthorne.

Kaelan Hawthorne was right.

Since Dad personally chose him, it meant the Contract was made, irreversible.

Per the tribe’s ancient rules, once a contract is sealed, there’s no turning back for a second choice.

Even if the chief regrets, he’d bear the backlash.

Yet now, even the Tiger Clan reports no sign of her dad’s presence.

If the Tiger Clan can’t find him, where else could she search?

Vast forests, sparsely populated; alone, where could she go?

Seraphina’s face gradually paled.

Wyatt Yardley coldly glanced at Kaelan Hawthorne.

"Ignore his nonsense. The Tiger Clan’s the largest tribe within miles, with seven or eight Green Rank males, all striking and extraordinary, just like walking out of paintings."