The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 90: Don’t Break the Contract, Don’t Leave
He paused for a few breaths before slowly reaching out to take the clay pot.
As soon as his fingertips touched the surface, he felt a refreshing coldness.
But the heart felt as if someone had quietly warmed it. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
A sudden memory of Kaelan’s words popped into his mind.
"She’s just pretending to be gentle, waiting for you to bow your head and ask her to bond with you. Then she’ll turn on you, whip you, and laugh at your lack of ambition."
But the Seraphina in front of him now had her eyes curved in a smile, her lips holding a faint smile.
She didn’t match the memory of the woman who had whipped him in the rain.
He took a sip of the juice, and the sweet-sour taste slowly spread in his mouth.
First, the tongue tasted a slight acidity, followed by the sweetness as the pulp settled.
The flavor suppressed the greasy feeling left by the roast meat and quietly pressed down the lurking gloom in his heart.
Instinctively, he swallowed again and then lowered his head to drink lightly.
He watched her take small bites of the sweet potato fruit.
The flesh was pale yellow, leaving tiny marks as she bit.
Sunlight spilled on her face, dancing warmly between her brows and eyes.
What if... Kaelan was mistaken?
If she truly wasn’t lying, is genuinely kind to me, just simply wants to be good to me, what should I do?
But no sooner did the thought arise than he forced it back down.
Kaelan’s so shrewd, never wrong in judging people.
How could he be mistaken in such an important matter?
Seraphina must be really good at pretending.
Yet the more he tried to persuade himself, the more his gaze couldn’t help but drift toward her.
Before eating the sweet potato fruit, she always blows on it a bit, her gentle breath creating wisps of white mist, afraid of burning her mouth.
When drinking juice, she’ll lightly wipe away any juice inadvertently left on her lips with her fingertip.
He thought she was a step closer to her goal, and he... seemed to be almost unable to hold on anymore.
At this rate, any day now, he might actually plead with reddened eyes.
Not to break the contract, not to leave, not to push him away again.
Seraphina finished eating and noticed him sitting still, a bit of juice still on his lips, then chuckled as she stood up and walked to the stream to wash her hands.
The clear stream water washed away the sweetness from her fingertips.
She looked down at her reflection in the water and then looked toward Gideon’s direction.
Afterward, she took off the old necklace from around her neck.
The silver chain glinted faintly, the pendant was a small moon shape.
She walked back to him, squatted down, meeting his gaze.
Then, she lightly pricked her fingertip, a drop of crimson blood slowly oozed out.
The drop of blood fell right into the center of the scorpion mark on his chest.
The mark quivered slightly, then radiated a very faint red glow, which disappeared in a flash.
Gideon hadn’t even reacted, and the blood had already dripped down.
She smiled, her smile carrying a hint of relief.
"Last night, we agreed that I’d give you a drop of blood, so I made up for it now. This is the third time. Seven more times, and you’ll be completely free from the contract."
She thought he would be happy, grateful.
That’s why she was rushing to add a drop today, not wanting to make him wait another day.
But Gideon just kept his head down, staring intently at the mark on his chest, his gaze vacant.
He didn’t feel relaxed at all; on the contrary, he felt restless, like he couldn’t breathe.
As the beast seal on his chest faded slightly, his connection with her diminished.
He slowly raised his head, his vision cutting through his slightly tousled hair.
Seraphina saw him staring at the mark, lost in thought, and her brow furrowed, her heart suddenly weighed down.
She didn’t pursue it but remembered something, her expression shifting slightly.
They were supposed to meet this morning.
But now the sun was high in the sky, and there was no sign of them.
Her heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached out, pulling at Gideon’s sleeve.
Her movements were a bit anxious, her fingertips slightly trembling, her voice unable to suppress the agitation.
"Can you find Isaac and the others? It’s been so long, why aren’t they here yet? Did something happen?"
Gideon snapped back from his chaotic thoughts, his ear catching the words "something happened."
Without saying much, he immediately raised his hand and pressed it against the faint beast seal on his chest.
His palm tightly adhered to the mark, and he closed his eyes.
Some dormant force inside him was quietly awakened.
A deep, suppressed growl rolled out from deep in his throat.
This is the way of communication between Beast Husbands.
Through the beast seal’s vibration, they sense each other’s location, conveying signals of safety or danger.
Every Beast Husband has such a mark on them.
The growl was intermittent, lasting for about a few seconds.
Gideon’s brow tightened more and more.
When he withdrew his hand, his fingers were still slightly shaking.
"Found them, they’re almost here."
Seraphina had just breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing, but her heartbeat was soon tightly clenched again.
Gideon’s voice sank a bit more.
"But Isaac’s situation isn’t right. Wyatt and Evan have already met up with him and are bringing him back."
"Isaac?"
Seraphina’s heart suddenly tightened.
She suddenly remembered that Isaac was still in his mating season.
It’s been three days, and his emotions have been unstable.
But now, he’s been away from her for so long, without a female to suppress it.
Once his beast nature bursts, losing reason, the consequences could be unimaginable.
Isaac is currently a Green Rank Beastman, the strongest among them.
In a fit of power rampage, even Wyatt and Evan might not be able to subdue him.
Her palm instantly clenched tightly.
"Where is he? Can you pinpoint the location accurately?"
Gideon gazed at her chaotic eyes, a thought inexplicably flashed through his mind.
If it were me going crazy now, would she also try desperately to find me?
He almost envisioned such a scene.
Himself, out of control, roaring, beast nature surging, trapped in the forbidden cage.
And she, without hesitation, charging into the crowd, reaching the front, crying out his name...
But as soon as this fantasy took shape, he ruthlessly suppressed it.
He couldn’t think about it, nor dare to.
What he feared even more was if something happened to her.
As long as she’s safe, he can endure anything.
If it were him in madness, perhaps someone could still intervene and subdue.
But if she met with misfortune, then he’d likely completely lose his reason.
"You want to go see him? No way!"
His voice tightened.
"He’s likely to go mad anytime now, the current Isaac is right on the edge of losing control, if his emotions collapse, he’ll hurt himself and others! Going now isn’t rescue, it’s suicide!"
"Waiting until he’s completely mad to help is even later!"
Seraphina grabbed his wrist suddenly.
"Gideon! I can’t just watch him struggle in so much pain! If we go now, we might be able to stabilize him before he completely loses consciousness!"
Gideon stared into the light in her eyes, his Adam’s apple rolling, ultimately not uttering a single word of refusal.
He pressed his scorching beast seal on his chest again, closing his eyes to sense.
His consciousness spread out gradually, reaching in all directions.
A moment later, when he reopened his eyes, they were calm.
"They’re coming towards the tribe, moving position continuously, very fast, extremely unstable emotions. But... they’re already quite close to the entrance. If we hurry over, we might meet them at the gate."
Before the words were even finished, he bent down and picked her up horizontally.
In the next instant, he strode quickly towards the tribal entrance.
The wind roared past his ears, lifting the black hair on his shoulders, fluttering fiercely.
