The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 95: Are You That Eager to Leave Us Behind?
Then, she used the sharp edge to cut her own fingertip.
Wyatt Yardley suddenly looked up, his eyes turning cold.
He raised his hand like lightning and grabbed her wrist tightly.
Seraphina Caldwell felt the pain and frowned tightly.
The pressure on her wrist made her involuntarily let out a soft hum.
"Are you in such a hurry to shake us off?"
Seraphina’s whole body stiffened, frozen in place, a hint of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.
She didn’t understand, usually he either mocked her or avoided her.
But why, every time she wanted to do something,
even if it was to prove her innocence, he always had to interfere?
She just opened her mouth to question, but the sound hadn’t come out.
Suddenly, several steady knocks sounded from outside the door.
"Seraphina, are you there?"
A low, gentle male voice came from outside the door, it was Caspian Sterling.
Seraphina’s heart relaxed, taking advantage of this chance, she suddenly struggled and finally broke free from Wyatt Yardley’s grasp.
She shook her numbing wrist and said softly, "I’ll go out and take a look."
With that, she quickly walked towards the wooden door.
She reached out to pull the latch, and with a creak, pushed open the heavy Beast Skin door.
Sure enough, Caspian Sterling was standing outside the door.
He was tall and upright, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, draped in a deep brown wolf fur cloak.
The cold wind carried snowflakes to his hair tips, but it didn’t make him retreat in the slightest.
He held a bulging Beast Skin Bag in his hand.
"Patriarch Sutton, is something the matter?"
Seraphina slightly raised her head, her tone calm.
Caspian handed the Beast Skin Bag in front of her.
"Seraphina, those Beast Husbands of yours just came to the tribe, probably haven’t had a chance to go hunting yet. Here’s some meat left from yesterday, take it to make some soup, warm up your body. Don’t wander far, save your energy."
Seraphina was stunned, her fingers unconsciously clenching the door frame.
She didn’t expect that, as the Clan Leader, he would personally deliver food.
But at the very moment this warmth arose, the scene from a few days ago abruptly surfaced in her mind.
Caspian had stepped on Isaac Vaughn’s face, his gaze cold and ruthless.
At that time, he was so different from the gentle and considerate male in front of her.
The suppressed anger instantly reignited.
She was about to open her mouth to decline, to refuse this sudden kindness.
But as she was about to speak, she suddenly stopped.
She blinked, a bright idea flashed in her mind.
Instead of accepting others’ gifts for free, becoming the subject of gossip,
it would be better to exchange it for something of her own, fair and square, owing no one anything.
Her eyes shifted, she immediately had an idea.
Swiftly retreating indoors, she quietly made her way around the back of the house, looking around.
After confirming it was safe, she raised her right hand, palm facing upward, and whispered commandingly: "Come out!"
Only a dull "pop" was heard as a large corpse of a hyena suddenly dropped from the void.
The hyena was covered in blood, obviously having died not long ago.
Seraphina bent down to inspect it, ensuring nothing was missed, then turned around and waved towards the door.
"Caspian, come here for a moment."
Caspian was waiting at the door, hearing her call, his heart tightened.
He thought she wanted to say something private to him.
Perhaps to thank him, or maybe... something else.
His heart involuntarily quickened by two beats.
He walked quickly over, his boots crunching in the snow.
But as he got closer, his eyes swept the ground, and he immediately froze.
On the ground lay a bloody hyena carcass, with a prominent tear at its neck.
The blood hadn’t fully coagulated, slowly seeping into the snow.
He suddenly looked up at Seraphina, his eyes full of confusion.
"This was hunted by my Beast Husband."
She met his gaze.
"Giving it to you as a token of thanks. If you don’t accept it, this meat... I can’t have it."
Caspian was completely stunned, his pupils narrowed.
He had thought she was here to appreciate him, to thank him.
But she turned around and gave away a hunt, speaking so frankly.
Is this appreciating?
This is clearly not wanting to owe a debt.
He instantly understood.
She did not want to owe anyone, even a piece of meat.
This female, clearly ignored by her own Beast Husbands.
Never took the initiative for mating, never got a new skin skirt sewn, even had to scramble for a hot meal herself.
Who in the tribe didn’t know the males in Caden Cross’s house treated her as if she were invisible?
But what about her?
She never complains, never confides to outsiders.
Instead, she defends them at all costs, careful even when speaking to other males.
His throat throbbed, an inexplicable emotion surged up.
If he had known she was from Caden Cross’s family, he shouldn’t have rejected the marriage proposal.
Back when the elders sought marriage, he thought she was just an ordinary female, with average qualities, carrying a strange disease, with black spots on her face, so he flatly refused.
But now look at her, resilient and independent, standing tall even in the mire.
She’s so good...
If he had said yes...
But just as this thought occurred, his eyes inadvertently fell on her face.
That line of black marking slashed from her left brow to the corner of her mouth.
His heart tightened, all the words left unsaid were blocked up by that dark mark.
Finally, he lowered his eyes, concealing all emotions, and said softly, "Alright, I accept."
Too ugly.
To be the female master of the clan, still lacked a bit.
This thought flashed in his mind before he forcibly suppressed it.
But that momentary hesitation inevitably couldn’t escape his own eyes.
Seraphina noticed he suddenly froze, a bit puzzled: "Patriarch Sutton?"
Caspian jolted.
He raised his eyes, his gaze fell on her face.
Not stunning, yet exuding a resilient aura.
He came to his senses, looking into her eyes, finally reaching out to take it.
"Alright, I’ll take it."
That was one of their tribe’s symbolic tokens, representing alliance and trust.
He ought not to accept it so easily.
But for some reason, facing this foreign female, he couldn’t muster any strength to refuse.
Pause, he tentatively asked: "Is Isaac Vaughn’s madness... any better?"
His gaze quietly shifted towards the depths of the camp, at the low thatched hut.
"Yes, it’s stabilized."
Seraphina nodded, her expression calm.
"The medicine has taken effect, emotions are much more stable than before. We’re leaving tomorrow, won’t trouble you any longer."
"Leaving tomorrow?"
Caspian frowned, his tone urgent.
"The rainy season is approaching, beasts are out in the woods, venomous snakes are rampant, miasma is everywhere, are you, a female taking those useless Beast Husbands to die? Stay, leave after the rainy season!"
He said it sternly, even with a bit of anger.
"Thank you for your kindness," she smiled gracefully, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, "but we have urgent matters, truly cannot stay. The news from Norgate cannot be delayed, we must set out soon."
Caspian saw her determined attitude, ultimately only snorted coldly, turning to shoulder the heavy hyena carcass on the ground.
Seraphina picked up the Beast Skin Bag and just turned around.
She saw several Beast Husbands at the door, their expressions difficult to describe as they watched her.
Wyatt Yardley stood in front, arms crossed over his chest.
Gideon Larkin tilted his head, looking puzzled.
As for Isaac Vaughn, he quietly leaned against the door frame.
She deliberately went around the back, they didn’t follow, likely didn’t see the carcass.
She secretly felt relieved.
If they found out she secretly buried that attacker, and searched their body for things.
