The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 88: Sinking Deeper and Deeper

At that moment, he almost doubted Kaelan Hawthorne’s words.

If it was really a scheme she had meticulously set, why did each step make him willing?

If it’s true... then why is he falling deeper and deeper?

He even started hoping that this embrace could last a bit longer.

Even if time stops here, he doesn’t want to let go.

Never has there been a moment when he felt so uncertain.

He didn’t know whether to flee or stay.

Dawn was just breaking, and the morning mist was still floating between the mountains.

Seraphina Caldwell was awakened by the rich aroma of roasting meat.

There was no one beside her.

A corner of the Beast Skin was lifted, allowing a faint light to come in from outside.

Gideon Larkin had already gone out, likely to start the fire and prepare breakfast.

She sat up, rubbed her somewhat heavy eyelids, reached out to scoop up the clear water in the clay pot, held it in her palms, and gently splashed it on her face.

The icy water slid across her cheeks, making her feel more awake.

She glanced down at the clay pot, the face reflected on the water surface was still the same as always.

Covered with black spots, the complexion dull and without luster.

She stared at it for a couple of breaths and eventually sighed.

The juice of the Bright Pearl Fruit had been applied the whole night, yet there wasn’t even the slightest sign of fading.

She withdrew her gaze, tidied up her Beast Skin coat, and pushed the door open to go outside.

As soon as she stepped out the threshold, a gust of warm wind hit her face.

She saw Gideon Larkin crouched by the fire, his posture upright and focused.

In his hand, he held a few skewers of beast meat strung with thin branches, his head lowered, turning them inch by inch.

Beads of oil seeped along the edges of the meat, dripping into the fire pit one after another.

With a "sizzle," a wisp of white smoke rose.

Hearing the sound at the door, he turned his head immediately, a smile rising at the corner of his lips. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Awake? Almost done, just wait a bit more."

He shook the meat skewer in his hand, his tone light and slightly raised in pitch.

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t speak, silently taking out two round sweet potato fruits from the Beast Skin Bag.

The skin was still dusted with soil, exuding a faint earthy aroma.

She walked over to him, reaching out to shove them into his hand.

"Let’s roast them together, they taste better with meat."

Gideon Larkin glanced down, assuming they were those wild fruits Caspian Sterling brought over yesterday, and didn’t ask further.

He casually tossed the sweet potato fruits into the ash pile by the fire pit, burying them halfway, and casually said, "Hmm, once the skin gets scorched, peel it off, the inside is soft and sweet."

After saying that, he turned his head back again, focusing intently on the meat skewers, afraid they’d get overcooked.

She looked at his serious profile, a slight curve forming at the corners of her lips.

Then, while he was distracted, she quietly closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking, and in an instant, her figure disappeared from where she stood.

She had entered the space.

But as soon as she entered, she was stunned.

Beside the spring eye, a thin film of water had formed on the surface of the Spiritual Spring.

Clear and transparent, it gleamed faintly.

The water level was noticeably higher than last night.

What surprised her even more was that the tomato seeds, grape seeds, and the small handful of chili pepper seeds she had personally buried yesterday, had all sprouted.

Tiny green seedlings were breaking through the moist soil.

The leaves were delicate, slightly hairy, packed tightly together.

She squatted by the soil, resting her hands on her knees, staring at these vibrant little sprouts.

After watching for a full half-minute, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

So, a little kiss can upgrade the space?

This... is too unbelievable, right?

Yet everything in front of her clearly told her.

This is real.

Then... kissing the villains a few more times, wouldn’t that not only earn experience points but also save trouble?

After all, a little kiss doesn’t cost anything, but the space grows like crazy, seems... not a bad deal at all.

So when Gideon Larkin suddenly leaned in last night, with his warm breath approaching her lips, she didn’t dodge or get angry like usual.

She just paused, letting him succeed for a few seconds, secretly counting if the water level of the Spiritual Spring increased.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.

She stood up and walked to the fruit basket, picking out the last few clusters of dark purple grapes.

After all, the grape vine in the space had already sprouted.

This meant the seeds were viable, and more could be grown in the future.

The ones left in the basket would slowly rot anyway.

Might as well squeeze them into juice and drink it to relieve the greasiness.

The sweet and sour taste is perfect for the afternoon, refreshing and appetizing.

She didn’t bother Gideon Larkin, nor did she plan to ask for his help.

She casually found two flat stones nearby, their edges smooth, and the size just right.

She squatted by the spring eye, rinsing the stones clean with water.

Then returned to the fire pit, spreading the grapes one by one on one stone, then pressing down with the other.

Purple-red juice slowly seeped out with the pressing, dripping down the stone edges.

She had already placed a clay pot underneath, right at the position where the drops fell.

The juice dripped into the pot with a "drip, drip," the sound crisp.

She pressed while evaluating the results with a tilted head.

Though clumsy, her actions were fairly proper.

Seeing Wyatt Yardley make juice before, it seemed simple and straightforward.

Why is it that when it’s her turn, she finds it’s actually not easy?

The stones pressed for a while, her fingers felt a bit sore, and her wrist trembled slightly.

She adjusted her grip and continued to crush bit by bit.

"If you wanted juice, why not call me?"

Gideon Larkin’s voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Seraphina Caldwell was startled, raising her head to find he had unknowingly put down the roasted meat and stood at her side, his brows tightly furrowed into a line.

"Weren’t you roasting meat? It’s more convenient for me to do it myself."

Her tone was light, her hands not stopping, continuing to press the grapes.

"Besides, it’s just juicing, not a big deal, why trouble you?"

These villain roles, they aren’t her real partners, just contracted together.

It’s best to be independent where possible.

Maintaining distance is the secret to long-term interaction.

Gideon Larkin was momentarily lost for words by her response, standing still, silently watching her fair, slender hands tightly grip the stone, moving back and forth.

A sudden, indescribable sense of frustration welled up inside him.

Wasn’t she the one who said to string them along, delaying breaking the contract, so she wouldn’t be forcibly sent away by the system?

Can’t even let him handle such a small matter?

This avoidance feels more thorough than avoiding the plague!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, but he couldn’t truly get angry, just silently watched her.

At this moment, steady footsteps came from afar.

Caspian Sterling walked out from the woods, draped in a dark Beast Skin cloak.

He walked closer to the fire, scanning briefly before his gaze fell on Seraphina Caldwell.

She was focused on juicing, her fingertips dyed purple-red from the grape juice.

Upon seeing this scene, Caspian Sterling’s expression immediately darkened.

He turned sharply, staring at Gideon Larkin, his voice coming down hard.

"Didn’t I tell you yesterday? Letting a gentle female do the work, you’re failing as a Beast Husband!"

Gideon Larkin’s face turned red instantly.

He opened his mouth, throat dry, wanting to defend himself.

But before he could speak, Seraphina Caldwell spoke first.

"Patriarch Sutton, don’t blame him, it’s really not his fault."

Seraphina Caldwell’s voice was clear.

"I wanted to make juice myself, that’s all. Gideon was busy roasting the meat, and I had nothing to do, I can’t just sit and wait, can I?"