The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 97: Can I Kiss You?
Kaelan Hawthorne remained silent for a long time, without giving an answer.
Because he didn’t know the answer himself.
He was equally afraid.
Afraid that the longer he waited, the softer his heart would become.
It was precisely because there was still a chance that he had to end it now.
While she was still calm and hadn’t changed her mind yet.
The contract breaking ceremony must be completed quickly.
Otherwise... what if one day, like others, he regrets it, yet isn’t even qualified to plead for her to stay.
In the farthest corner of the room, Evan Orwell stood quietly, without making a single sound.
His gaze was firmly fixed on the Beast Skin Bag at his feet.
The bag had accidentally tipped over earlier, causing a dark purple thorny fruit to roll out.
It lay there quietly, unmoving.
And Evan, as if frozen, stared at that fruit.
Suddenly, he recalled Seraphina Caldwell’s words: "Thorny fruit is actually quite delicious."
Yet that very sentence struck a chord in his heart.
The thorny fruit is clearly sour and astringent.
Even wild beasts only take a few bites before abandoning it.
Yet she ate it with great relish, even laughing aloud.
And yesterday, the bowl of rice she served.
The aroma made him swallow.
But he’d never seen that kind of cooking method before.
The rice grains were golden and full, coated with a glossy sheen, steaming hot with white vapor.
The rice was mixed with finely chopped dried meat and wild onion.
There was also a bit of an herb he couldn’t name.
More strangely, the rice wasn’t cooked in a clay pot.
It was wrapped in a kind of leaf and buried in the embers to cook.
He’d never seen such a cooking style before.
Inside the house, Seraphina Caldwell was soaking in a tub, humming a tuneless melody, her mood so light it felt like she was flying.
The hot water exuded wisps of white mist, enveloping her entirely.
She squinted her eyes, lightly stirring the water surface with her fingers, creating tiny splashes, her humming breaking intermittently.
The thought of eating durian shortly made her mouth corner twist upwards uncontrollably.
The rich and almost overwhelming fruit fragrance had already drifted from outside.
She had secretly stashed away a whole ripe durian, planning to savor it alone tonight.
Though the fruit’s smell was off-putting, causing the tribe members to avoid it.
To her eyes, it was a luxury sweeter than honey.
In her mind, she had already rehearsed several ways to eat it.
Though her father had adopted her and treated her with kindness.
Past events made a true closeness impossible.
The children in the tribe were curious but wary of her, watching from afar, never inviting her to play.
At night, lying alone on the Beast Skin bed, the silence almost drowned her.
Only food was the warmth she could grasp.
She quickly finished washing and was about to get up.
Reaching for the Beast Skin towel hanging on the wooden rack, her foot slipped, almost causing her to fall. She hurriedly grabbed the edge of the tub to steady herself.
The damp ground was a bit slippery; she frowned, thinking that she should lay down a grass mat tomorrow.
The door creaked open.
The old wooden door hinge emitted a long, drawn-out sound.
Cold wind seeped in through the gaps, dispersing a few strands of hot mist.
Seraphina’s heart thumped sharply, her ears perked up instantly.
She was startled, immediately retreating back into the water, her eyes fixed on the doorway.
The water splashed loudly as she quickly crouched down, exposing only her head and shoulders, instinctively covering her chest with her hands.
Her gaze locked firmly on the crack of the door.
It was Isaac Vaughn who entered.
The tall figure stood at the door, silhouetted against the faint outdoor light.
He had his back to her, even twisting his hands behind him to hand over a soft Beast Skin.
"You didn’t bring enough earlier, so... I brought you more. It’s more convenient for wiping."
The Beast Skin had been taken from his own bedroom.
He knew she was watching him.
Even if he couldn’t see her, he could feel her gaze on his back, warming his ears.
Seraphina took the Beast Skin, whispering a soft "Thank you."
She quickly retracted her hand, spreading the Beast Skin to cover her body.
The Beast Skin was indeed soft, carrying the faint scent of sun.
She quickly dried herself, fishing a clean skirt from Kaelan’s Beast Skin Bag to put on.
The skirt was light brown, sewn with fine stitches.
This was the second batch of clothing sent by her father.
The style was uniform, the color simple.
But the material was excellent, comfortable against her skin.
The clothes prepared by her father were so numerous she couldn’t wear them all, no need for anyone else’s concern.
Her wardrobe was piled full with brand-new Beast Skin skirts, capes, boots.
But these items, no matter how luxurious, couldn’t fill the loneliness inside.
She didn’t need more clothes; she just wished someone would ask, "What do you like?"
She actually wanted to learn sewing, to make her own skirt.
Dreaming of embroidering a wildflower with colored threads or sewing a star and moon pattern on the hem.
She wanted to make a skirt that belonged only to her.
Not needing to conform to tribal aesthetics or cater to anyone’s preference.
But her hands were too clumsy, unable even to thread a needle properly.
The needle tip always missed the eye, and with a trembling finger, the thread went awry.
Sometimes she even pricked her fingertip, the pain making her gasp.
She once secretly sought advice from an elder female craftsman in the tribe.
The elder just shook her head with a sigh, "An outsider, without the lines of dexterity, inherently disconnected from craftsmanship."
She had just tied the skirt’s strap.
Isaac Vaughn suddenly turned, and before she could react, he scooped her up horizontally.
All she felt was a tightness around her waist, her feet leaving the ground, a shriek escaping her lips.
Seraphina let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Isaac? What are you doing?"
She looked up at him, confusion in her eyes.
He looked down at her, the gloom in his purple eyes eased considerably.
"The meat is roasted; I’m taking you outside to eat."
His pupils slightly dilated in the dim light, reflecting her silhouette.
Seraphina forgot to struggle, nodding blankly.
She suddenly felt that maybe this moment wasn’t so bad.
The scent of sea salt mixed with the dry fragrance of grass and wood.
And a faint tang of iron and leather.
Originally, he just wanted to take her out to eat.
But seeing her docilely nestled in his arms, Isaac Vaughn’s heart softened, and he couldn’t resist lowering his head.
The icy blue strands of hair brushed against her cheek, tickling.
A lock of hair slipped from his shoulder, brushing past her nose.
She couldn’t help but retract her face, yet her lips curved upward involuntarily.
The air seemed to pause for a moment, leaving only their intertwined breaths.
Seraphina fixed her gaze on his strikingly handsome face, almost otherworldly in its allure.
Those brows like ink, sharp and elongated, eyes slightly upturned, features exquisite.
Even though she knew full well this man was the future villainous overlord.
Her heart still skipped a beat at that moment.
"Can I kiss you? Just one. It will calm the restlessness inside me, and I’ll feel much better."
Seraphina’s heart trembled, quickly weighing the options in her mind.
A kiss could stabilize his condition and also allow her internal space system to upgrade smoothly.
It was practically a win-win deal.
She bit her lower lip, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm.
Ultimately, she slowly nodded her head.
At the moment she nodded, Isaac Vaughn’s deep purple eyes lit up brightly.
He slowly bent down, his breath gently brushing across her cheek.
Then, his lips finally softly covered hers.
This time, there was no roughness like the last loss of control.
His kiss was slow and focused.
Seraphina felt as if she was wrapped in a cloud of warm mist, her mind blank, even forgetting to breathe.
