The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 103: I’m Not Breaking the Contract with Her Anymore

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: I’m Not Breaking the Contract with Her Anymore

Wyatt Yardley turned around.

"Gideon Larkin, what on earth do you mean? Didn’t you say you were going to break the contract with her? Didn’t you promise not to get close to her again?"

"Isn’t that right?"

Wyatt let out a cold laugh, his lips curving into a mocking smile.

"Then why did you lie about being in heat? What were you thinking when you kissed her? Were you calculating how to deceive her into falling for you? Or had you already decided that once she believed you, you’d kick her away?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly burst out, grabbing Gideon Larkin by the collar.

The next instant, he lifted him off the ground and slammed him into a thick old tree behind him.

The tree trunk shuddered violently, causing dried leaves to flutter down.

The force of it blinded Gideon momentarily, his vision blurring.

Wyatt is a Green Rank, a whole rank higher than Gideon.

Right now, consumed by anger, he unleashed all his strength.

In front of him, Gideon was like a bug pinned to the wall, not even having the right to struggle.

He clawed futilely at the iron grip, his facial muscles twisting.

Soon, due to a lack of oxygen, his face turned a shade of blue and purple with bloodshot eyes.

Wyatt lowered his head, his nose almost brushing Gideon’s ear.

"If you really don’t want to be with her, don’t use such despicable means to take advantage of her. If she truly breaks the contract and chooses to leave on her own, then get as far away as possible, don’t appear before her again. But before that, you’d better behave."

After saying this, he abruptly let go, spreading his fingers apart.

Gideon fell heavily to the ground, his back hitting the soil with a dull thud.

Wyatt didn’t spare him another glance, turning away and leaving.

The candlelight flickered in the room, casting a shadow over Seraphina Caldwell’s peaceful sleeping face.

She curled up under the Beast Skin blanket, a slight furrow between her brows.

Wyatt went straight to her side, gently kneeling by the bed’s edge.

He reached out and tucked in the corner of the blanket that had slipped off her.

Then, he lay down, keeping a certain distance, yet still orienting his whole body toward her.

Outside, Gideon still sat slumped on the cold ground, one hand grasping his own throat tightly.

But he knew that this pain didn’t come from suffocation.

It was because of Wyatt’s words that rang with resolve.

He leaned back against the rough tree trunk, his Adam’s apple moving as he stared unfocused into the distance.

There, scattered bonfires flickered in and out in the pitch-black night.

Suddenly he realized, he was a complete coward.

He loved the current Seraphina.

But he was also afraid, afraid that one morning he’d wake up.

She would suddenly turn back into that hot-tempered, sharp-tongued Female Master.

Afraid that the sincere heart he delicately offered would ultimately be treated as a joke by her.

So he retreated, using heat as an excuse, seizing the chance to approach her under the guise of an instinctual impulse.

He wanted to get close, yet didn’t dare bear the possible betrayal.

But as for Wyatt?

From the day Seraphina began to change for the better, he has stood behind her unwaveringly.

Even when she proposed breaking the contract, seeking freedom, he never scolded her.

He simply used his own way to win her back time and time again.

He never doubted her change was insincere.

He believed in her, even if everyone said she was pretending.

And then there was himself.

Hesitating, guessing, at one moment feeling she truly cared for him, at another paranoid, fearing deception.

Kaelan Hawthorne was right.

Without even the most basic trust, what love could there be?

He didn’t deserve to stand beside her, let alone hope for her future.

Even if the contract was truly broken, in this vast world, could he find a Female Master better than Seraphina?

Someone willing to tolerate his past?

No.

Not a single one.

Even if he could find one, would she, like her, endure for him?

In this world where people come and go, who doesn’t have plans for themselves?

Who can truly bear his obstinacy?

He once thought love was about taking and possessing.

But now he understood, love is also about concession and yielding.

But Wyatt is different.

She could clearly leave without a trace, easily shedding all constraints and flying away, yet she stayed.

This genuine heart, worth more than gold, rarest in eternity.

Rather than going mad alone, it’s better to stay here.

Maybe one day, Wyatt will become completely disappointed, retract all tenderness, and don her indifferent shell once more.

But so what?

He had once truly felt her heartbeat.

These memories won’t disappear, nor will they be denied.

As long as he had been brave once, it wouldn’t be a wasted life.

Gideon leaned on the tree trunk to stand up, dusting off the stains on his clothes.

The morning dew had soaked his cuffs, cold seeping upward along his pants.

He looked down at his trembling hands, slowly clenching them into fists.

He brushed off the dead leaves and dirt on his shoulders.

The panic in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He knew what lay ahead.

Questions, cold stares.

But he no longer feared.

Because this time, he wasn’t staying to escape pain.

He didn’t rush to enter the house; he stood outside, waiting quietly for the wind to cool his heart.

The morning breeze carried moisture, gently brushing across his cheeks.

He closed his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his hair.

From inside came faint whispers; he knew they were all awake, waiting for his decision.

Once everything calmed, he gently pushed open the door and walked in.

The door hinge emitted a slight creaking sound.

The atmosphere in the room momentarily froze; everyone couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward him.

The ashes by the fireplace hadn’t completely burned out, occasional sparks flickering.

Gideon didn’t hesitate, stepping steadily across the room.

He crouched down by Wyatt’s side, speaking in a low voice.

"Wyatt, I’m not breaking the contract with her."

When he said this, his gaze was fixed on Wyatt.

The air seemed to solidify, even breathing turned cautious.

Seraphina stood in place, the cloth in her hand slipping to the ground.

Evan Orwell’s fingers gently rubbed the sword hilt, his brows slightly furrowed.

Kaelan Hawthorne, lurking in the corner, suddenly opened his previously squinted eyes.

No one expected Gideon to make such a decision at this moment.

Countless times, he had shouted about leaving, about severing the contract.

Isaac Vaughn, leaning on Seraphina’s other side, abruptly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his purple pupils, soon followed by a tense expression.

Gideon’s change was so rapid it caught him off guard.

He had thought Gideon would hold firm to the end.

Yet now, the other party seemed like a different person.

Not only retracting his decision but speaking with such determination.

Isaac’s heartbeat quickened.

He knew this meant the situation would change again.

Seraphina’s pressure would increase.

And this group of people might have to face another upheaval.

Evan, who had been silent, also turned his head, his gaze falling heavily on Gideon.

But his slightly narrowed eyes betrayed his inner vigilance.

Gideon’s change was too sudden; was there another motive behind it?

Is he genuinely repentant, or does he have ulterior motives?

Evan didn’t easily express his opinion, simply observing quietly, waiting for what would happen next.

Even Kaelan, pretending to sleep in the corner, opened his eyes, smirking without words, but that smile clearly carried sarcasm.

He let out a slight scoff, his fingers caressing the short knife at his waist.

In his view, Gideon was nothing but a fickle coward.

Heartlessly wanting to leave before, now returning to plead, laughably pitiful.

He didn’t believe such a person could truly change, nor did he trust in this so-called "true heart" to last long.

But he remained silent, simply watching coldly.