The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 177: Distrust

He stared at Evan Orwell for a few seconds, his eyes slightly flickering, yet his tone remained calm.

"Alright, I’ll keep my word."

Evan Orwell bowed his head slightly and remained silent.

He fully understood Wyatt Yardley’s meaning.

The opportunity has been given to you, but you chose not to take it, insisting on staying by Seraphina Caldwell’s side.

If you dare to lay a finger on her, I won’t mind killing you myself.

The room fell silent once more.

Seraphina Caldwell looked at the few people before her, her expression somewhat complicated.

They made their choices one after another, without hesitation.

Are they truly willing to follow?

Or will they wait until she lets her guard down and turn against her, like villains in those novels, to begin bullying her?

This question kept surfacing in her mind.

But regardless, she needed to find her father during the rainy season and must rely on them for now.

She softly asked, "Shall we depart now?"

Wyatt Yardley tore a piece of freshly roasted beast meat, placing it into a wooden bowl and handing it to her.

His fingertips brushed across her palm, carrying a slight chill.

"Just cooked, eat first before we hit the road."

Seraphina Caldwell nodded, accepting the wooden bowl.

She knew that males expended a great deal of energy when traveling long distances.

Without eating enough, they can’t walk, so she took the bowl and started eating.

She chewed slowly, taking care to swallow each mouthful before taking another bite.

This habit was developed during her previous solitary survival outside.

Food was not easy to come by, thus it shouldn’t be wasted, nor should eating too quickly cause discomfort.

Especially on the soon-to-be rain-soaked mountain path.

Even a small digestive problem could affect the entire team’s journey.

Meanwhile, she sunk her consciousness into her own space.

The earth beneath her feet was soft, the air was moist.

Rows of vegetables were neatly arranged on the furrows.

The fruit trees were laden with fruit.

She approached the Spirit Plant area.

Noticing the main herbs were also slowly growing, the edges of their leaves glinted faintly.

The soil’s moisture was moderate, showing no signs of pest, and the crops were growing well.

The harvesting plan could be activated at any suitable time.

If a food shortage emerged during the journey, she could claim to take out pre-prepared food from her Storage Bag.

Instead of revealing fresh fruits and vegetables that shouldn’t exist.

Certainly, she wouldn’t easily expose the existence of her space.

In the future, when revealing food, a reasonable explanation needed to be created.

She also checked the situation of the Spiritual Spring.

Since kissing Kaelan Hawthorne and Gideon Larkin, the spring had indeed seeped a bit more water.

A thin layer of spring water accumulated at the bottom of the pool, but it was still far from enough.

She crouched down, reaching out to feel the water temperature, cool but not cold.

The rainy season paths were treacherous, danger lurking everywhere.

This Spiritual Spring was her greatest reliance, she had to find a way to make more water emerge.

She assessed everyone’s situation.

Kaelan Hawthorne was expressive, highly cooperative.

Gideon Larkin was very alert but not entirely resistant to close contact.

Evan Orwell was quiet, hardest to predict reactions.

Whereas Wyatt Yardley was the one who made her feel most at ease.

She quietly lifted her gaze, glancing at the Beast Husbands beside the table, silently calculating.

Each person’s state was different, but what she needed were people willing to cooperate actively with her.

Kissing could both relieve physical discomfort and stimulate the Spiritual Spring to produce water, a win-win solution.

She tightened her grip on the wooden bowl, her nails lightly scraping along the rim.

This action wouldn’t harm anyone, nor disrupt the current relational balance.

As long as the limits were well managed, there wouldn’t be misunderstandings or antagonism.

Gathering her courage, Seraphina Caldwell’s gaze finally rested on Wyatt Yardley.

He had long finished his meal, now checking the luggage with his head down.

Wyatt Yardley’s fingers deftly rifled through the pack.

He even rechecked the Fire Stick.

Among the Beast Husbands, Wyatt Yardley’s reliability and solidity always provided an extra layer of reassurance compared to others.

No matter what unexpected situations arose, he would never panic.

In combat, his judgments were accurate, his decisions swift.

With him by her side, she always felt her steps firmer.

"Who will carry me this time?"

Seraphina Caldwell swallowed a piece of meat, her eyes still fixed on Wyatt Yardley, not moving away.

Gideon Larkin opened one eye, Kaelan Hawthorne turned his head, and Evan Orwell slightly turned his body.

Their attention was drawn towards this question.

Wyatt Yardley glanced at her, set the Beast Skin aside, and came over to pat her head.

"It’s slippery in the rain, people walk too slow. We’ll travel in beast form, though still slower than usual, it’s better than walking. I’ll carry you."

He turned to look at the others.

"Isaac Vaughn’s beast form isn’t suitable for mountain paths, Gideon Larkin, you carry him. Kaelan Hawthorne and Evan Orwell carry more things, Kaelan knows the way, lead the front. Evan Orwell at the back, be mindful of surroundings, avoid close encounters with wild beasts."

Isaac Vaughn nodded in understanding.

Gideon Larkin stood up, starting to stretch his shoulders and neck.

Kaelan Hawthorne picked up the map to verify the route again.

Evan Orwell checked his weapons.

The arrangements were made thoroughly, not missing any details, and the tension in Seraphina Caldwell’s heart eased a bit.

She finished her last piece of meat, placing the wooden bowl on a stone beside her.

With food in her stomach, her energy was restored.

She stood up, dusting off the grime from her clothes, and started organizing her belongings.

Soon everyone finished eating, tidied up their gear.

Wyatt Yardley draped a beast skin cloak over Seraphina Caldwell, pulling the hood tightly to cover half of her face.

He carefully adjusted the collar and edges, ensuring no gaps for rain to seep in.

"This should keep you dry. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell us immediately."

Seraphina Caldwell nodded with a soft "Hmm."

Wyatt Yardley transformed, his body rapidly elongating.

His spine extended with silvery-gray scales, his lower body turned into a snake tail.

With practiced movements, he wrapped her in his embrace.

Then he swiftly stepped out of the room, directly setting off.

The group quickly disappeared into the rain.

Raindrops landed densely on leaves and soil, creating a rustling sound.

The forest was shrouded in mist, visibility limited.

Nonetheless, their pace did not slow.

The stone house regained its silence, leaving only a dim red ember in the fire pit.

Not long after, Albert Wyndham appeared at the door.

The door wasn’t shut tightly, he paused outside silently for a moment.

With a gentle push, the wooden door opened quietly.

He entered the house, his gaze scanning each corner.

The floor was clean, the bed neatly made.

He bent down to inspect the hearth, finding the embers not completely cooled.

His gentleness vanished in an instant, a cold smile tugged at his lips.

"Out in the rain? Where does she intend to go?"

He pushed open a crack, rainwater flowed down the window edge.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, catching the remaining scent in the air.

Soon, Albert Wyndham transformed into a massive silver wolf.

He lowered his head to sniff the ground.

Confirming the direction, he swished his tail and pursued towards the path Seraphina Caldwell and her group departed.

Heading towards the Fox Clan’s settlement required traversing mountain roads.

This mountain path was far more treacherous than Seraphina Caldwell anticipated.

The terrain was steep, the roads narrow, allowing only one person to pass.

Rain continuously washed over, covering the stones’ surfaces with a water film, making it easy to slip.

Thick fallen leaves on the ground absorbed water, making steps sink into mud and emit dull sounds.

Some places relied solely on protruding rock formations for support.

A small mistake could result in tumbling into a deep ravine beside.

Wyatt Yardley let her rest against his slightly cool chest.

His breathing was steady, his low body temperature oddly comforting.