The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 85: A Pleasant Surprise

"A female is not an object that can be casually tossed aside or manipulated. Since a contract has been established, there should be the respect and responsibility that comes with it. If you don’t know how to cherish her and protect her, then naturally, someone else will step in."

Seraphina Caldwell was stunned, standing rooted to the spot.

She had deliberately laughed and talked all the way, even walking very close to Caspian Sterling, pretending to have a close relationship so that Gideon Larkin wouldn’t become suspicious.

But why... did Caspian still see through it?

Did he see through the nominally existent relationship between her and Gideon?

Could it be that Caspian is really that perceptive?

Or was it that her acting wasn’t natural enough?

Gideon’s fingers had already clenched tightly.

He knew that Caspian was right.

He indeed had not treated Seraphina well.

From the first day the contract was made, he had never intended to be sincere.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like something was stuck in his throat.

He wanted to refute but couldn’t find a single strong argument.

Finally, all he could do was force out a low "Hmm" through gritted teeth.

Caspian looked at him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He just nodded slightly, then turned and walked away.

Seraphina stood there, watching the figure walk further away.

Only when he was completely out of sight did she slowly pull back her gaze and turn to look at Gideon.

Her gaze met Gideon’s sullen face.

Feeling puzzled, she couldn’t help but ask softly.

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Gideon suddenly lifted his head, first staring at the noticeable mark at the corner of her eye, then quickly glancing at the meat and fruit on the ground.

"Nothing, take the stuff inside, I’ll start the fire."

Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed the heavy haunch of meat and strode toward the stove.

Seraphina stood there, looking bewildered.

She blinked, dazed for a few seconds, filled with questions.

Why does it seem like he’s angry with her?

But she hadn’t done anything outrageous along the way.

Could it be that on her way to fetch water, he ran into someone?

Or heard some rumors?

She stared at Gideon’s stiff back, her eyebrows furrowed, then shook her head.

Forget it, males...

They’re always complicated, with emotions as fickle as the weather.

It’s better not to ask, asking might make it worse.

She sighed softly, bent down to pick up the basket of fruit, and walked steadily into the house.

The basket was filled with wild fruits of various colors.

She casually sorted through them, her fingertips brushing over berries one by one.

Suddenly, her fingers touched a heavy bunch of fruit.

Dark purple, round, with a delicate sheen on the surface.

Seraphina’s eyes brightened, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.

Grapes!

These were incredibly rare.

Sweet and juicy when fresh.

Dried, they could be made into raisins for storage, and turned into wine, they were even more precious.

Usually, only during tribal festivals might one occasionally see a jar of it.

She carefully cradled the bunch of grapes in her palm, unable to help but smile.

This water-fetching trip truly turned out to be an unexpected joy.

She rummaged through the basket again, her fingers sifting through a pile of common forest berries and small fruits.

Just as she was about to set the basket down, her fingers suddenly encountered an unusual texture.

As she curiously pushed aside a few grapes, a small, bright red object rolled out from the depths of the fruit pile.

It fell into her palm, warm, soft yet springy.

The top was still attached to a dried fruit stem, brown-yellow and slightly curled. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"A pepper?!"

Seraphina’s pupils contracted, and she almost cried out.

Luckily, she bit her lip in time, swallowing the exclamation.

These days, even salt was insanely scarce.

Most tribes could only distribute a few grains of coarse salt a year, let alone any kind of seasoning.

Pepper was a common presence in her past life’s kitchen!

And now, a wild variety had appeared in this primitive wilderness?

But the problem was, the Beastfolk didn’t know this plant was edible.

They instinctively rejected overly vivid colors, believing them to be symbols of poison.

She searched through the original owner’s memories repeatedly, but found no records of "red fruit" or "spicy flavor".

She frowned in thought for a moment, a possibility suddenly flashed through her mind.

It was likely that when Caspian went into the mountains to pick fruit this morning, he casually pulled a wild vine wrapped around a tree to use as a rope.

As a result, inadvertently, he brought the vine of this wild pepper back to the camp.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat sped up a little more.

This was no ordinary plant; this was a resource that could transform their diet!

If they could cultivate a stable population of peppers in the future,

it could not only improve the tribe’s meals but also be traded as a precious commodity for other necessities.

She suppressed her excitement, took a deep breath, and tried to keep her expression calm.

Then she discreetly tucked the bunch of grapes and the pepper into her space ring.

With a thought, her spirit trembled slightly, and the scene before her eyes instantly changed.

She had entered her own private space.

This space wasn’t large, circular in shape, about thirty steps in diameter.

The ground was covered in soft, fertile black soil.

During the day, simulated sunlight showered down.

At night, dots of fluorescence floated up, like a galaxy hanging low.

She first crouched down, carefully taking out the tomatoes she picked earlier, arranging them on the ground one by one.

Then, taking out her small knife, she patiently cut each tomato into tiny cubes.

Next, she gently buried these tomato cubes in the central patch of soil.

She covered them with a thin layer of soil and pressed it gently with her palm to compact it.

After finishing this, she took out the grapevine.

The branches were still green, and the leaves hadn’t completely wilted.

Not daring to delay, she used her fingertip to dab some moist soil and slowly pressed the vine into the ground.

Every so often, she secured it, mimicking the method of cutting propagation.

Lastly, the all-important pepper.

She held her breath, wielding the small knife to carefully chop it into four segments.

Each piece retained part of the stalk and had sufficient seeds.

Then, she meticulously arranged these segments of pepper on a vacant spot near the edge.

This location received the longest hours of sunlight, with the most stable temperature.

Each piece was placed at precise intervals, evenly spaced.

After completing all this, she gritted her teeth and retrieved the last bit of Spiritual Spring Water from her storage.

The jade bottle tipped, pouring forth a clear and transparent liquid.

Every drop that landed made a faint sizzling sound.

This water was incredibly precious.

She was frugal with it, yet it was never enough, but just by watering it, the planted crops had an almost hundred percent survival rate, and their growth rate was astonishing.

They often grew two or three times larger than their counterparts in the outside world.

However, as the last drop of water drained away,

the humidity in the space plummeted abruptly, and the air became dry again.

Curiously, this Spiritual Spring Water did not replenish itself automatically.

The only source was that it slowly generated after she kissed her Beast Husband.

Normally, it only diminished, never seeming to grow on its own.

From her observation over this period, after each touch of lips,

even if it was a brief contact, the spring water within her would start to condense.

And only about half a day later could she gather one full bottle.