The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 166: Lost Control Again!

He wasn’t oblivious to her detachment, nor had he never imagined that she would eventually leave.

Yet at this moment, he harbored a faint desire.

Perhaps, she wasn’t as indifferent as she appeared on the surface.

If only they weren’t outside, he would want to lower his head and kiss her soft cheek...

He didn’t say a word, just quickened his pace, holding the person in his arms tighter.

The wind gradually subsided, and the drizzle thinned.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the familiar stone house.

The stone house nestled in a mountain hollow, backed by a rock wall, with vines crawling all over the front.

This was the dwelling he personally built for her, with her name carved into every corner.

Isaac Vaughn pushed open the door, gently set Seraphina Caldwell down first, and reached out to untie the strings of her cloak.

"Your face is wet from the rain. Let me wipe it for you."

He picked up a clean, soft Beast Skin from the side and squatted down.

Just as he was about to reach for her hand, she grasped his wrist firmly.

"Isaac, I can do it myself."

She didn’t want to be treated like someone who needed care anymore, even if that person was the one she trusted most, Isaac.

"It’s not like I can’t move. It’s just wiping some water, no need to trouble you all the time."

This wasn’t rejecting his care, but trying to prove something.

She could be independent; she didn’t need to be sheltered forever.

Isaac’s hand stopped in mid-air.

He quietly watched, not pulling away, nor saying anything more.

Yet deep within those purple eyes, something quietly sank down.

She wanted to withdraw her hand, but realized Isaac’s fingers gently closed, wrapping around her wrist.

Isaac chuckled softly, raised his hand, and ruffled her hair.

"You’re my Female Master, why talk about trouble or not?"

In his heart, she was irreplaceable, even though she hadn’t fully accepted this love.

Seraphina’s heart felt stifled.

In this world, females were rare, males many, and females were born to be cherished like treasures.

From childhood, every need was taken care of, each one spoiled and willful.

This world favored females too much.

But she wasn’t native to this world; she came from a society where women had to be independent, had to be strong.

She was used to solving problems herself, used to not relying on anyone.

Moreover, these few men were just a brief stop in her life, destined to drift apart in the future.

She knew she didn’t belong here and ultimately couldn’t stay here long.

And Isaac, Wyatt Yardley, and others...

They were just scenery in her journey across worlds, eventually becoming memories.

She dared not invest too much emotion, fearing that the day of parting would leave her heart shattered beyond repair.

The closer she got, the more it would hurt when separating.

Every gentle gesture she received made her even more aware.

The depth of pain when goodbye comes will be profound.

She didn’t speak, just reached for the Beast Skin in his hand.

Taking it, she haphazardly wiped her face a few times.

Isaac’s lowered hand quietly tightened.

Seraphina dared not look.

One reason was during her fevered period; Isaac looked too attractive, she feared losing control.

The second reason was she feared seeing that kind of gaze from him...

She lowered her head, eyes fixed on the ground.

The hormones of her fevered period still coursed through her, making her especially sensitive to Isaac’s presence.

He was too good-looking, silver hair like the moon, eyes and brows cold and clear.

She feared one more look and she’d helplessly throw herself into his arms.

And that kind of gaze made her heart restless.

Isaac said nothing, questioned nothing.

He understood she was pushing him away, yet she had no choice.

Footsteps sounded behind.

Wyatt Yardley walked to her side, slightly bending over.

He leaned in, bringing his gaze level with hers.

"What’s going on, Seraphina, you have something on your mind and won’t speak?"

He observed her lowered face, clearly sensing her emotional flux.

Seraphina was staring at the Beast Skin in a daze when his voice suddenly jolted her head up.

Wyatt’s eyes raised slightly.

His features were distinct, eyes upturned.

They were so close, she could even see the arc of his eyelashes.

The tumult of her fevered period hadn’t subsided.

Her mind blanked, and her hand lifted involuntarily, lightly touching his face.

The simmering heat within continued to churn, senses amplified to the extreme.

The touch made her tremble slightly.

"I didn’t do it on purpose! I’m sorry!"

Isaac suddenly snapped awake, heart tightening instantly.

She abruptly retracted her hand, swiftly stepping back half a step, distancing herself, cheeks burning red.

It’s over, it’s over, lost control again!

She knew what she had done just now.

In a clear state, she would never behave so out of line.

But the effect of the fevered period coupled with Wyatt’s aura had made her lose her rational defenses completely.

Now, he’ll surely misunderstand again.

She desperately wanted to tuck herself under the covers, vanish on the spot.

Seraphina fixated on the muddy ground before her toes, wishing for a crack to appear, to disappear inside, never to be seen again.

Wyatt chuckled lightly.

"I wouldn’t mind if you did it intentionally."

If she truly meant to get close, then he would rather believe that this closeness wasn’t heartless.

He didn’t let her remain embarrassed, lifting her in his arms horizontally.

"Let’s talk inside."

With that, he stepped forward.

Heavy curtains hung inside, blocking wind and keeping warmth.

Wyatt lifted the curtain, entered, and gently laid her on the bed covered with soft hides.

He didn’t leave immediately, instead bending over with hands braced at her sides, slightly leaning forward.

Seraphina’s heart jumped, fingers involuntarily clutching the Beast Skin beneath.

She stared at the fur’s pattern, not daring to lift her eyes.

"Seraphina, you’re not... thinking about breaking the contract again, are you?"

Her head snapped up, staring straight into his eyes.

She hadn’t said a word nor changed her expression, how did he know everything?

Why could he only sense it?

Was it her breathing’s rhythm?

Or was the slight movement of her fingers revealing her thoughts?

When did he start understanding her?

Was it when she first woke in the Elephant Clan camp?

Or when she feverishly babbled nonsense, and he watched over her bedside all night?

Wyatt watched her wide-eyed stare, his smile slowly fading.

He sighed.

"Every time you try to avoid us, you always want to bear everything alone."

He spoke softly.

"Do you think not speaking will mean we don’t know? Do you think acting unbothered will reassure us?"

"Perhaps even you haven’t noticed, but your gaze has long changed."

"It was like this in the Elephant Clan, when you rejected Isaac earlier, and it’s the same now."

Seraphina instinctively flinched, but didn’t shy away.

"It’s not like before."

He gazed steadily at her.

"You used to encounter something, frown, glare at me, pull my sleeve and shout ’Wyatt brother,’ but now... now you don’t even want to speak."

"Why have you suddenly grown colder? What exactly happened?"

His gaze swept over her face inch by inch.

Seraphina lowered her head, teeth gently biting her lip.

She didn’t want to cry, and certainly didn’t want him to see her weak side.

But the long-suppressed ache stealthily welled up from her eyes.

Some things cannot be spoken.

Because once spoken, the peace just mended will instantly collapse.