The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 42: Kiss Her

His lips were pale, teeth clenched, his whole face contorted with pain.

The whole person appeared both embarrassed and uncomfortable.

He was tightly bound.

Yet he still refused to give up the struggle.

But when Seraphina Caldwell met his gaze.

She captured a deeply hidden trace of pain in that bottomless crimson.

A silent plea, nearly crushed.

This was the first time Seraphina saw what a violent outburst looked like with her own eyes.

She had read the descriptions in books countless times.

Loss of control, rampage, ultimately exploding to death.

But facing it in reality, she realized words were far from enough to describe such a horrifying scene.

No wonder the book said exploding to death, now it seemed completely true.

The male before her was at the brink of life and death.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, striving to calm the turbulent emotions within her.

Then, she carefully moved closer.

She extended her hands, wrapping them around Wyatt Yardley’s waist.

His body temperature was very low, unlike Gideon Larkin’s warm presence.

Instead, it carried a coolness.

Yet this coolness unexpectedly alleviated the suffocating heat of the night.

It somewhat steadied her restless heart.

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t know what else she could do.

Her mind was blank, acting solely on instinct.

She began to pat his back gently, like soothing a child.

Once, then again, with very light movements.

Her palms were warm, contrasting sharply with his cold body.

After a while, Wyatt’s heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Seraphina’s tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.

The prolonged tension had exhausted her emotionally, and drowsiness washed over her like a tide.

Embracing that slightly cool body, she drifted off into a hazy sleep.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved faintly.

Several Beast Husbands kept watching her from the shadows not far away.

She had truly done it.

She had calmed Wyatt Yardley, whom even they were unable to control.

This seemingly fragile female had managed, in her own way, to quell a rage that could have been lethal.

In this moment, indescribable emotions surged within them.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

Wyatt suddenly broke free of his mental restraints.

He leaned down abruptly, pressing his lips directly onto hers.

Seraphina Caldwell was startled awake by the warmth on her lips.

She shuddered abruptly, her heart rate suddenly accelerating.

She opened her eyes in a daze, the world before her still a bit blurred.

Her pupils slowly focused, seeing only a pair of dark red eyes right in front of her.

Between breaths, all she sensed was Wyatt’s unique icy aura.

Before she fully understood what was happening.

A loud "bang" echoed beside her ear, shaking the beams of the room.

It was the sound of the door being kicked open forcefully.

Immediately after, two figures burst into the room like a whirlwind.

Evan Orwell and Gideon Larkin rushed over, their expressions taut, eyes ablaze with anger.

With no hesitation, they each grabbed Wyatt’s arms from each side, using all their strength to pull him away from her.

Wyatt growled lowly, his body struggling violently.

Seraphina’s mind was still blank.

Just at that instant, Isaac Vaughn’s spiritual power re-attached itself to Wyatt.

This time, the restraint was harsher.

Wyatt’s forehead veins throbbed, gritting his teeth and grunting.

Until Wyatt was firmly pinned to the ground unable to move, his body forced to press against the cold wooden floor.

Seraphina only then sluggishly raised her hand, lightly touching her lips.

The sensation of that kiss still lingered there.

Just now...

Did Wyatt kiss her?

That usually cold and aloof Wyatt?

The Wyatt whom she needed to sternly refuse even getting close?

Had made such a move while she was asleep?

"I’m awake."

He spoke through gritted teeth.

His breathing remained rapid, and the old wound on his forehead was oozing blood.

But those dark red eyes were no longer so fierce and manic.

Instead, a hint of clarity long-lost surfaced.

Seraphina slowly sat upright, her gaze falling on his scarred face.

"If you’re really fine, can you promise me not to kiss me again?"

Her voice was not loud, even somewhat soft.

But it was exceptionally clear in the silent room.

Upon saying this, the room became so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, their gazes inadvertently shifted toward Seraphina.

Evan’s hand was still on Wyatt’s shoulder.

Gideon was frozen in place.

Isaac had his brows tightly furrowed.

They had expected Seraphina to erupt in anger.

And now?

No yelling, no chaos, not even a harsh word. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She just lightly made a request?

Wyatt also paused for a moment.

He stared at her for a few seconds.

"Alright, no kissing."

He hesitated, as if recalling something.

"I’ll just hold you while sleeping, like before."

Seraphina finally responded.

"Fine, then undo it."

She had kissed Wyatt before.

Now that it’s done, there’s no point in saying anything further.

The most important task now is to settle him down.

Let him completely regain clarity, otherwise, they won’t be able to proceed with the journey tomorrow.

They are still far from the wilderness, surrounded by lurking dangers.

If more trouble arises, the consequences could be unimaginable.

The main reason for not allowing a kiss is that he still is in his rut phase.

She knows this and understands what kind of instinctual compulsion this period means for a Beast Husband.

She fears he might lose control again, resulting in another chaotic scene like before.

That wasn’t the real Wyatt.

Rather, it was a body governed by bloodline and desire.

She doesn’t want to have any intimate contact with him under such circumstances.

The Beast Husbands glanced at each other.

After a moment of silence, Isaac finally withdrew the mental blockade.

Wyatt’s body was ultimately freed.

But he nearly didn’t pause, dashing to the corner to lay down on the hay pile.

His eyes remained fixed on Seraphina.

Seraphina didn’t immediately approach.

Instead, she slowly turned and walked towards the corner where a ceramic jar filled with clear water stood.

Her expression appeared calm.

But hidden deep within her heart was a discreet anticipation.

She still remembered the Honey Juice Fruit Seeds in the space.

She couldn’t let them wither away.

Upon reaching the jar, she bent over, pretending to drink water.

After ensuring no one was watching over here, she quickly closed her eyes momentarily.

She stirred her consciousness, silently channeling most of the clear water into the space within her.

Patiently waiting, she sensed that piece of previously dried land gradually becoming moist.

Once she finally felt that the black soil planted with Honey Juice Fruit Seeds had been thoroughly watered.

She slowly opened her eyes, straightened her body, and leisurely turned to walk back toward the hay pile.

Wyatt kept his gaze fixed on her back.

Upon seeing Seraphina only going for a drink and not intending to flee.

His shoulders gradually eased.

When Seraphina climbed back onto the hay pile, she noticed something odd about his condition.

His upper body remained human-like.

But the lower body still vaguely showed traces of a serpentine coil.

He raised his arm, palm facing up, fingers slightly spread.

Although the gesture was simple, the meaning was clear—he wanted her to come closer.

Seraphina hesitated for a second.

Compared to sleeping with a large cold snake, snuggling up to a handsome human was far more comfortable.

With this thought, she stopped saying more.

She quietly shifted her body, nestling onto his solid arm.