The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 182: Softhearted

She squinted her eyes and nodded comfortably.

The others also began to move.

Gideon, in his impatience, directly grabbed two pieces of chili and tossed them into his bowl.

As soon as he swallowed, his face turned red, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

He opened his mouth to breathe, waved his hand to fan himself, his voice changed in pitch.

"My goodness... What is this flavor? It... it’s really strong! More!"

He immediately reached out to grab Seraphina’s chilies, his fingers nearly touching her chopsticks.

Seraphina burst into laughter, her eyebrows curved as she picked out two pieces for him.

Isaac only dared to put in a small piece.

He gently nudged it with the tip of his chopsticks before putting it in his mouth.

After tasting, he coughed twice, water glistening in his ice-blue eyes.

"Too strong, my tongue’s gone numb."

But he didn’t pick it out, continued with his head down, sipping the soup until finished.

Evan also put in a piece, crushed the chili, and mixed it into the soup.

He drank unhurriedly, swallowing seriously with each sip.

After finishing, he silently drank two sips of water, his amber eyes glancing calmly at Seraphina.

"Not bad, flavorful."

Wyatt similarly added a piece of chili.

He drank slowly, swallowing sip after sip, a movement in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes, then said, "This taste is unique, my throat feels a bit overwhelmed."

He didn’t add more, instead, he scooped out all the sweet potatoes in his bowl and placed them into Seraphina’s bowl.

"This is soft, eat more."

Seraphina accepted the offered fruits, smiled, but her peripheral vision fell on Kaelan.

He was drinking soup with his head down. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Though chilies were added in the bowl, they were nearly untouched.

His focus was clearly not on the food; his left hand was perpetually hovering at his waist.

But the bloodstain on his clothes was dark and large.

Seraphina’s hand suddenly froze; the spoon paused in the bowl, stirring the soup into splatters.

A drop splashed onto the back of her hand, but she didn’t react.

She knew how severe Kaelan’s injuries were.

Evan had crudely treated them with spiritual power, but they weren’t healing.

The fractured meridians weren’t reconnected, the internal congestion wasn’t cleaned.

Only barely stopping the external bleeding.

If only she was willing to take out the Spiritual Spring Water, drop a single drop.

Kaelan would be able to heal like Wyatt, the wound instantly closing.

But she couldn’t do it.

The feeling of being suppressed still lingered in her bones.

When she faced him alone before, the panic and fear were still stuck in her throat, unrelieved.

How could she turn around and forget those, casually pull out the Spiritual Spring Water to save him?

Seraphina lowered her head, eyes fixed on the soup at the bottom of the bowl, slowly sipping spoonful by spoonful.

The spicy flavor still surged into her nostrils, steaming hot, yet her chest felt cold, leaving her breathless.

She wasn’t stone-hearted seeing Kaelan pressing his wound with one hand, pale-faced leaning against the stone wall, his body trembling slightly.

His appearance really softened one’s heart.

But the words he said standing by the fire that day still echoed in her ears.

Even though he was hurt now, she couldn’t easily approach.

Her heart twisted a bit, but her feet didn’t move.

The charcoal fire was almost burned out, the flames had shrunk to a small cluster.

The crackling sound gradually vanished, leaving only a few dark red sparks.

The air became chill, the wind blew in from the cave opening.

The afterglow dyed the entire cave a warm yellow, shadows stretched out long.

The outline of the clutter in the corner was blurred, only its general shape discernible.

This faint light barely maintained the cave’s temperature.

Wyatt bent over, steadily laying beast skins on the ground.

Carefully aligning each edge to prevent drafts from leaking through.

He first laid a thick layer of dry grass, stomping it down before covering with two layers of treated soft skins.

Ensuring the softness was appropriate, no itchy fur exposed, he lifted his head, his gaze falling on Seraphina, softly saying, "Come and rest for a bit, you’ve been walking for far too long, you must be tired."

Seraphina walked over, bending her knees and sitting at the edge of the beast skins.

Warmth spread from her fingers, steadily climbing to her wrists.

Moving upward, her heart relaxed a little.

She involuntarily curled her toes, feeling the temperature from underneath.

This feeling of being cared for was so unfamiliar, yet not repulsive.

She bit her lower lip, saying nothing.

In fact, she hadn’t done anything today; everyone else had been occupied.

Yet they treated her like a fragile porcelain doll, carefully attentive.

Water was handed to her side, wind blocked while walking, even a cushion was prepped for her to sit on.

She glanced at Wyatt, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment longer.

He was tidying up the scraps by the fire pit.

The wind swept through the cave opening, rustling his silvery-grey hair.

A few strands fell down, shading his brow, but unable to cover his dark red eyes.

Firelight mirrored in his pupils, reflecting fragmented shadows.

The previously cold demeanor was replaced by gentleness.

His face was naturally chiseled, features distinct, jawline taut.

His chin was sharply cut, not a gentle curve.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, every muscle on his body strained.

Even while sitting, his straight back indicated readiness for sudden circumstances.

She stared at him for quite a while, until he noticed and turned his head to look at her.

Seraphina suddenly had a thought.

Should she simply settle on a contract with him?

This idea came out of nowhere, even startling herself.

She had always resisted such things, unwilling to be bound.

Yet now, the vision of them living side by side kept recurring in her mind.

These thoughts were clear, nothing like illusions.

She gasped sharply, promptly snuffing out this notion.

Reason swiftly returned but her heartbeat had yet to settle.

The scene from earlier today suddenly reemerged.

The primal age’s mating season was utterly bizarre, disregarding one’s state of awareness, instantly disrupting one’s thoughts.

The body acted without control, emotions fluctuating intensely.

With certain individuals, a strong urge for reliance and closeness emerged.

She had heard of people signing lifelong contracts during the mating season, regretting it upon awakening.

Some even lost their lives, falling prey to power grabs and betrayals.

She remained vigilant, wary of close contact with males.

Especially those like Wyatt with both power and ambition.

If it persisted, losing control seemed inevitable.

She quietly shuffled back half a step, putting some distance between them.

Grip tightened on her sleeve, fingertips cold.

Wyatt saw through her wariness in an instant, noticing her flushed cheeks, reached out to揉揉 her hair.

"Tonight’s breeze is chilly, have Gideon accompany you to sleep, his body heat can keep you warm."

"Alright!"

Gideon immediately jumped up, eyes sparkling like he found a treasure.

A smile rose on his face as he tossed aside his cloak, heading towards Seraphina.

After taking a step, Seraphina quickly waved to stop him.

"No! He’s too hot, I... I’m already a bit warm, getting too close would be uncomfortable."

She originally wanted to say she could sleep alone, but before she could utter, Wyatt casually remarked.

"Isaac, you’re with her."

Wyatt sat at a corner in the cave, idling a knife hilt, his gaze steadily fixed on Seraphina.

Isaac’s violet eyes lit up instantly.

He paused half a step away from her, gazing down at her slightly flushed cheeks.

"Is it okay?"

"Seraphina, I’m not hot, won’t make you uncomfortable. If you toss and can’t sleep, I could sing a tune for you."

After saying this, he paused briefly.