The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 141: What Spell Did She Cast on Me?

As long as Seraphina Caldwell drops six more times, he can rid himself of this mark that has shamed him his whole life and regain his freedom.

Logically, this should be something worth celebrating.

But he couldn’t feel happy at all.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Seraphina Caldwell’s face.

"You say you want to break the contract? So why were you not as proactive with Wyatt Yardley, with Isaac Vaughn? Why, when it comes to me, do you act like you’re rushing to finish the job, insisting on bleeding me at the exact point?"

On those days and nights, he had personally seen her brewing medicine for Wyatt Yardley until dawn, blocking poisonous arrows from enemy tribes for Isaac Vaughn.

But when it came to him, she didn’t even spare an extra word of concern.

What exactly did she take him for?

Seraphina Caldwell’s hand trembled at his outburst.

She furrowed her brow tightly.

"What do you mean by that?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, as an image from the forest yesterday flashed in her mind.

She was knocked to the ground by a maddened boar, with her arm scraped, bleeding profusely.

And he just stood there within the shadows of the trees, arms crossed, not even stepping forward.

As she struggled to her feet and glared back at him through gritted teeth, he even leisurely remarked.

"Afraid of a pig? Really disgraceful."

And now, this male was questioning her sincerity?

"Haven’t you always wanted to get rid of me? When I was thrown into the woods, fighting beasts, where was your compassion? In the piercing cold wind, alone, with not even a warm meal, still guarding against predator attacks. Every step on the edge of life and death, yet where were you? In the safety of the camp, watching coldly, even wishing I’d perish outside."

"Now that I’m doing as you asked, bleeding to break the contract, giving you your freedom, why do you show this expression? What do you want? Do I need to kneel and beg for you to stay?"

Kaelan Hawthorne turned paler, opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She was right.

He was the one who pleaded humbly to break the contract.

He hated her for ruining his once handsome face.

But now, as everything was going as he wished, the contract dissipating, freedom right before him.

Why did his heart feel so empty and faintly aching?

Had he...

fallen under some spell she cast?

Or was it, from the very start, his heart was no longer in his control?

He said nothing more, just lowered his head, grabbing a handful of salt, sprinkling it on the skewered meat.

He handed over the skewers, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Eat."

Seraphina Caldwell took it.

She was in no mood to eat slowly and savor it.

Her stomach had long been growling with hunger, and she wolfed down the whole piece of meat in a few bites.

Wiping her hands haphazardly on her sleeves, she then shouldered the beast skin bag, stood up, and gazed toward the dim shadows of the forest in the distance.

"Kaelan Hawthorne, how are they... now?"

Kaelan Hawthorne could sense the condition of other beast husbands through the Beast Seal.

This was the only way to confirm whether Isaac Vaughn and the others were still alive.

As he bent down to add a withered branch to the fire, his movements halted sharply at her question.

"Still alive."

He didn’t elaborate and wasn’t willing to say more.

Yet, he knew that Isaac Vaughn’s aura was extremely weak, intermittent, clearly severely wounded.

As for Wyatt Yardley and Gideon Larkin, their auras were relatively stable.

But being too far away and separated by two mountain peaks, he couldn’t determine whether they were truly safe.

Yet, when he glanced at Seraphina Caldwell, her tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed, and his heart felt heavier.

She cares so much for other beast husbands, yet what about him?

From beginning to end, not even one comforting word.

Seraphina Caldwell well understood that Kaelan Hawthorne’s "still alive" meant just barely holding on.

But even so, as long as they drew a final breath, she would never give up.

Because, she had Spiritual Spring Water in her possession.

As long as they hadn’t completely perished, she was confident in pulling them back from the brink of death.

It mattered not if they eventually broke the demon contract, the fact that Isaac Vaughn risked his life to save hers that one night was something she must remember.

No matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would save them.

She gradually raised her sight, looking toward the distant and undulating mountains.

"We must hurry."

"The sooner we reach The Beast Realm, the better chance we have of finding The Beast King."

The Beast King, being the ruler of all beasts, understands the languages of a hundred beasts.

If he could be persuaded to assist, even minor guidance could change the situation.

Kaelan Hawthorne stood silently by her side all along.

He wanted to advise her not to push too hard, yet words failed him, ultimately swallowing them in resignation.

Kaelan Hawthorne gave no response, merely swayed slightly, transforming into a red fox.

His form had grown larger than before, agile limbs poised.

The red fox crouched low, eyes silently gazing ahead.

He lingered for a moment, waiting for her to mount his back.

But after a brief wait, there was no movement behind him.

He couldn’t help but glance back.

Seraphina Caldwell was already advancing along the riverbank, head lowered, walking on her own.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s heart suddenly grew heavy.

He instinctively leapt forward, paws lightly touching the ground, positioning himself in her path with swift movements.

The red fox knelt, bowing his head, the tip of his tail wrapping lightly around her wrist.

It was his first time, actively inviting her to ride him in beast form.

"Get on."

He spoke.

"Let’s hurry."

Seraphina Caldwell had resolved to walk the remaining distance on her own, not wanting to burden him.

She knew that with his Yellow Rank Cultivation, carrying someone over long distances was extremely draining on his Spiritual Power.

However, unexpectedly, today he willingly offered his back.

Her eyes fell on his slightly trembling ears, reminding her of the drop of Spiritual Spring Water she had given him the night before.

Could it be that drop of blood had really made a difference?

Seraphina Caldwell did not refuse further.

She wasn’t someone who couldn’t adapt; speeding through beast form was far quicker, conserving precious time.

Saving life was paramount; she couldn’t hinder larger goals for minor details.

So, smoothly bending over, she placed her hands on the ground, and landed steadily on his back.

Kaelan Hawthorne’s spine dipped slightly under her weight; he hesitated for a moment.

But he hesitated no more, steeled his limbs, and dashed forward.

Seraphina Caldwell lay atop him, hands tightly gripping the tuft of scorching red fur.

Her eyes occasionally strayed to the depths of Veridia.

Isaac Vaughn and the others, what was their current state?

Had anyone tended to their wounds?

Were they...

still awake?

The whole morning, not a single wild rabbit was startled.

This quietness, however, deepened Seraphina Caldwell’s unease.

The jungle was never meant to be so deathly still; its tranquillity brimming with eeriness.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on her clothing.

With Kaelan Hawthorne’s Yellow Rank Cultivation being shallow, maintaining his beast form was already challenging.

She kept her breath held, fearing any sudden appearance of a High Rank Dire Beast, which they both wouldn’t manage.

Thankfully, the heavens were kind, and at least, for now, they were on a safe path.

By noon, Kaelan Hawthorne halted by a wide riverbank clearing.

His form flickered, reverting back to human.

Then extended a steady hand, palm up, aiding her as she dismounted.

"Take a break."

"Have something to eat."

With a flick of his finger, a flame sprung forth, igniting the woodpile.

He reached into his bag, retrieving wild boar meat.

Seraphina Caldwell didn’t approach the fire, instead silently sitting on a smooth cobblestone by the river.