The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 59: Enchanted by Her

Wyatt Yardley silently put the stone in his hand aside.

His brows furrowed tightly, his gaze like a knife landing directly on Isaac Vaughn.

Suddenly, he sneered.

"Isn’t your spiritual power quite agile? So precise in control that you can juice without breaking the pulp. Why didn’t you use it yesterday? Was it not enough, or were you pretending not to know?"

These words struck, and Isaac Vaughn’s face turned pale instantly.

He recalled yesterday when Wyatt Yardley was squatting on the ground, clumsily crushing Yellow Flame Fruit with a stone.

He stood from afar back then, scoffing in his heart.

Truly brainless, a mighty Cultivator doing such menial labor to please a female, cheap and useless.

But now?

He himself squatted there, wholeheartedly pressing juice just to make her happy.

More ironically, this scene was exposed by Wyatt Yardley in front of everyone.

His heart skipped a beat, unconsciously sneaking a glance at Seraphina Caldwell.

But Seraphina’s expression remained as calm as ever.

She merely looked calmly ahead as if she heard nothing, or understood but couldn’t be bothered.

They were willing to make the effort to juice, she naturally wouldn’t refuse.

If they were too lazy to make the effort, she also wouldn’t frown.

Seeing that Seraphina didn’t mind, Isaac Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet at the same time, a peculiar void swept over his heart.

He dared not look at Wyatt Yardley, fearing to meet those penetrating eyes.

So he could only lower his head, silently wiping the edge of the clay pot.

After wiping, he slowly raised his head, gently offering the clay pot to Seraphina Caldwell.

"Freshly squeezed, still chilly, quite sweet. You... have a taste."

Seraphina took the clay pot, smiling involuntarily.

She raised her head, taking a slow sip.

"Delicious! Thank you, Isaac Vaughn."

Hearing this, the embarrassment and suffocation in Isaac Vaughn’s heart vanished without a trace.

He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving up a bit.

Not a single one missed Isaac Vaughn’s subtle transformation.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s pupils contracted suddenly, Gideon Larkin’s chewing came to an abrupt stop, and Wyatt Yardley, more than anyone, fixated on the scene.

His knuckles clenched the rough stone fragment so hard they could almost break it.

Gideon Larkin was eating fruit when his teeth suddenly stopped.

His brows tightly knitted.

Isaac Vaughn... why was he behaving like this too?

The person who once treated Seraphina Caldwell as if seeing a venomous snake, would actually willingly juice fruit delicately for her?

This sheerly subverted his understanding of the entire tribe.

Do males, once in the heat of the moment, become bewitched just by Seraphina’s light touch?

First Wyatt Yardley, now even Isaac Vaughn, the one who loathed her most, had changed.

What kind of sorcery did she use?

He needed to stay away, the further the better.

Or else, seeing how things were unfolding, one day he might mindlessly step up and say, "Seraphina, I’ll go pick fruit for you."

Kaelan Hawthorne’s brows furrowed the tightest.

Just within a few days?

Even someone as hard-hearted as Isaac Vaughn had his heart moved by just a few words?

How could this be possible?

He didn’t believe it, yet couldn’t deny what he saw.

There were no marks on her body, clearly indicating she hadn’t mated with any male.

Only Evan Orwell’s gaze swept softly over Isaac Vaughn and Wyatt Yardley, places previously scarred.

As the Priest, he knew well the pain and injuries of every clan member.

Who was injured, where, what shape, how deep, he silently noted each.

Yet now, the tear on Isaac Vaughn’s side, the scar on Wyatt’s chest, had all vanished.

Seraphina long ago thought these antagonists were unfathomable.

She was uninterested in guessing what thoughts spun in their minds.

Now she only wanted to travel quietly, leaving the perilous Veridia as soon as possible.

Seeing nearly everyone finished breakfast, dry food, and water packed up properly.

She lifted her head, her gaze falling on Wyatt Yardley.

"How are we traveling today?"

Isaac Vaughn happened to hear this, his brow furrowing ever so slightly.

The crease quickly disappeared, yet Evan Orwell keenly captured it.

He made no sound, only casting a calm glance at Isaac Vaughn.

As soon as the words faded, Isaac Vaughn silently drew nearer.

"Seraphina, today we’ll go by waterway."

She barely registered the meaning when suddenly everything went dark!

Isaac Vaughn’s figure swiftly closed in, almost occupying her entire sight.

Her heart skipped heavily, her cheeks flushing "whoosh" in an instant.

This person seemed fond of pressing close to others unnecessarily.

Being so close, who could endure it? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She coughed twice, trying to cover her embarrassment.

"By waterway?"

She instinctively glanced at the surrounding males.

Wyatt Yardley, from the Snake Clan, was naturally adept at swimming.

Evan Orwell, being a Celestial Crane, flying freely, naturally unrestrained by terrain.

Kaelan Hawthorne and Gideon Larkin, though not waterborne species, had learned to swim.

Counting down, it seemed she was the only complete landlubber.

"Yes."

Isaac Vaughn looked down at her flushed cheeks, his lips curving slightly.

"Following that small downstream will save quite a bit of mountain path. Quick and safe."

"I’ll hold you securely. You won’t touch a drop of water."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down, scooping her up horizontally.

Seraphina, startled by this sudden move, froze for a moment, her hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his garment.

Lately, Isaac Vaughn’s emotions were volatile, without enough soothing, a complete breakdown seemed probable.

And presently, being the nearest to him, it was sensible to conform to his actions.

She peeked from his embrace, turning to Wyatt Yardley at the shore.

"Wyatt Yardley, did your mating season... end?"

Wyatt sat with eyes downcast.

But as soon he heard her words, those eyes suddenly brightened.

"Not yet."

"But today at least, I can catch a break. Don’t worry about me, let Isaac Vaughn take you."

Upon hearing this, Seraphina secretly sighed in relief.

Both males were beyond her handling.

Luckily Wyatt took a step back, allowing Isaac Vaughn priority, sparing her a difficult situation.

Isaac Vaughn said no more, holding her closer, stepping lightly into the stream.

Upon entering the water, before his feet could feel the chill, a faint blue light shimmered behind.

Soon, he burst through the water.

Seraphina instinctively lowered her gaze, urgently checking his side.

The place once missing scales, leaving a hideous scar.

Yet now, new scales had grown on that skin.

She looked up at Isaac Vaughn, seeking an incongruity in his face.

But his expression stayed calm, his mien unruffled.

Seraphina’s heart tightened, relieved he hadn’t discovered.