Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 240 --.

The candle was already half-burned, wax dripping down its side. Kaya set the diary aside and leaned back onto the bed. She didn’t want to push herself anymore. There was still time. Or at least, that’s what she told herself, not knowing what waited ahead.

Sleep pulled her under quickly.

But only for a short while. Her body woke her before dawn, like it always did after years of training. Less than two hours of rest, and still her mind snapped awake.

Her head still hurt, the throbbing dull but there. The room was quiet, the sky outside still dark. Kaya swung her legs down from the bed, steadying herself. Her body already knew what to do.

So, she started her morning exercise.

But Kaya had to stop halfway through her exercise. The pain in her eyes was too much, and the itchiness wouldn’t leave her alone. She splashed her face with water again and again, but nothing helped.

Still, she pushed herself to take a bath, hoping it might ease the discomfort. When she stepped out, dripping and tired, she saw Veer in the hall. He looked like he had just returned from hunting, his hands full of something he quickly set aside when he noticed her.

Kaya was walking unsteadily, her eyes barely open, her lashes squeezed against the pain. Veer’s brows drew together as he hurried to her.

"What happened? Why are you keeping your eyes closed?"

Kaya tried to open them wider, but the sting was unbearable. She felt a wave of dizziness and muttered, "Don’t... don’t push me. My eyes hurt too much."

Veer cupped her face gently, tilting it up toward him. "Open them a little. Just a little," he said softly.

She forced her lids apart, blinking through the burning. Veer froze, his expression darkening.

"Your eyes... they’re completely red. What happened?"

"I don’t know," Kaya admitted, frustration breaking through her voice. "Since last night it’s been like this—itchy and painful."

Veer frowned. "Maybe it’s an allergy or something. They look really bad, no wonder it hurts."

Kaya clenched her jaw, thinking. An infection—maybe that was it. The house had been shut for years; dust was everywhere. Or maybe it was from flying too long in the cold wind with her eyes open. Whatever the reason, her eyes were burning, and here... here it was a real problem.

Back in her world, she would’ve just walked into a pharmacy, bought eye drops, and been fine in a day. But here, nothing was that simple. God knew how long it would take to get better. Even with the magical horse inside her body fighting against poison, wounds never healed instantly—only a little faster than normal.

And her eyes... her eyes felt like fire.

Kaya raised her hand to rub at her eyes, but Veer caught her wrist before she could.

"Don’t rub them," he scolded, his voice firm. "Are you a child? You don’t even know you shouldn’t touch your eyes when they’re red? Sit down."

Before she could argue, he guided her toward the table and made her sit on a stool. "Stay here. Don’t touch your eyes. I’ll be back."

He disappeared into the kitchen. Kaya expected him to return quickly, but instead of a minute or two, nearly twenty had passed before he came back. He carried a bowl of water, cold and faintly steaming, and a small piece of cloth that looked like it had been torn from an old shirt.

Kaya squinted at it, her eyes barely open. "What’s that?"

She dipped her fingers into the bowl—it was cool, refreshingly so. When she looked closer, she noticed his wings were still spread behind him, something he usually kept tucked in whenever he was inside the house. At the bottom of the bowl, small white flecks floated.

She understood then—he had boiled the water, and then used his wings to cool it down. That explained why he had taken so long.

Veer dipped the cloth into the cooled water, wrung it out, and then gently pressed it against her eyes. "Keep this on for five or ten minutes," he said quietly. "Change the water after that, and it should feel much better."

Hearing his words, Kaya lifted the cloth from her eyes and asked softly, "What? Are you going somewhere?"

Veer nodded. "Yeah. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You go lie down in your room, keep the cloth on your eyes, and rest."

Without waiting for her reply, he headed out.

Kaya touched her eyelids with her fingertips, only to wince as pain flared again. She sighed, picked up the bowl, and went back to her room. Lying down, she placed the damp cloth gently over her eyes. The burning sting eased a little, the coolness sinking into her skin and dulling the ache.

Time slipped away. Maybe half an hour, maybe longer—she couldn’t tell. Her body grew heavy, and she dozed off.

The sound of footsteps stirred her awake. Kaya snapped her eyes open on instinct—then immediately regretted it. "Ugh!" she groaned, the pain shooting through her eyes again. She gritted her teeth, blinking against the sting, and pulled the cloth away.

Through her blurred vision, she saw Veer standing by her bed. His voice was calm, with a trace of concern. "How are you feeling?"

She forced a small breath. "Yeah... a little better."

Then her gaze landed on what he was holding—a cucumber. Except this one was huge, thick, almost comically oversized.

Kaya frowned. "What... is that?"

Veer gave her a faint smile. "Your remedy."

Without hesitation, he dug his nails into the cucumber’s skin, slicing it open with practiced ease. The fresh scent filled the air as he cut a thick round piece, then another. He placed one gently over her eye, then the other.

"Rest," he said softly. "This will help more than the cloth."

Kaya was slightly stunned. If some modern person had told her these things, she might have brushed it off as normal. But coming from him, it was different. How could he possibly know all this?