The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 92: Please, Don’t Go

The adult males of the Leopard Clan stayed at the camp today, with enough manpower to maintain order and respond to unexpected situations.

This greatly increased their safety in staying behind.

Seraphina Caldwell was stunned, not expecting Caspian Sterling to keep them voluntarily.

She originally thought he would take the opportunity to expel them.

Yet, here Caspian was, not only refraining from such an action but actively providing them with shelter.

She lowered her head to look at Isaac Vaughn, who was still trembling in her arms, fully understanding.

It’s too dangerous to set off now.

Staying in the tribe at least provides a place to rest.

Isaac’s body continued to shake violently, his breathing rapid and irregular.

It was clear he was trying hard to suppress the turmoil within him but was nearing his limit.

If they embarked on their journey now, they might not make it to the next stop before he completely collapses.

She hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

"Then... we’ll trouble you for one day. As soon as Isaac feels better, we’ll leave immediately."

She spoke so softly, it was almost as if she was biting her lips to say it out loud.

"No need to be formal."

Hearing her agree to stay, Caspian’s tone relaxed significantly.

His gaze swept over Isaac’s arms tightly hugging Seraphina before he turned to the gathered Leopard Clan members and said, "Disperse, it’s just a foreign Beastfolk in a frenzy, nothing major. Just be mindful when you return."

Caspian watched, a slight change in his heart, but remained silent.

The crowd quietly dispersed.

A potential conflict was thus suppressed.

Seraphina turned and softly said to Isaac, "Let’s go back to the house."

Isaac nodded blankly and bent down to carefully lift her up.

His breath brushed against her neck.

She knew that Isaac did not mean to hurt her at that moment.

He was merely grasping desperately at the only reality.

Gideon Larkin led the way.

Wyatt Yardley and Evan Orwell followed behind.

Kaelan Hawthorne brought up the rear, a complex gaze on Isaac’s figure.

Seraphina leaned against Isaac’s chest, raising her hand to gently wipe the footprint off his face.

The ice-blue long hair was stained with dust, with a few strands sticking to his cheeks.

Those once-gentle purple eyes, though the redness had mostly receded, were still clouded with a layer of mist.

No wonder she was shaking with anger when she saw his face being stepped on by Caspian earlier.

The impact of that scene was too strong. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Anyone would be infuriated to see such a beautiful face being stepped on.

This face should have been cherished, looked upon.

Moreover, this person had once shielded her from a blade.

This was not because she cared that much for him... she just couldn’t bear to see it.

Once inside, Isaac gently set her down.

Yet, his legs gave out, nearly causing him to fall.

The room was dimly lit, with only the corner brazier casting a faint red glow.

However, when he tried to stand upright, his legs buckled uncontrollably, his knee knocking heavily against the bed edge with a dull thud.

Seraphina quickly moved to help, but he grabbed her wrist.

She had just extended her hand when it was grasped firmly by a burning hot hand.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Don’t leave... I beg you, don’t leave..."

She saw the dependence in his eyes.

Those normally calm and composed eyes were now filled with unease.

Her heart softened, recalling how she had once comforted Wyatt Yardley.

Back then, too, there was a need to soothe such a loss of control, with gentleness and patience.

So she opened her arms, without the slightest hesitation, and hugged his waist tightly, patting his back gently with her other hand.

"I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here, always here, with you."

Isaac’s tense body softened instantly.

He embraced her back, his arms tightening considerably.

His head buried in the crook of her neck, cheek brushing against her, his nose lightly touching her skin.

Seraphina was about to release him and say something more, to remind him of their surroundings.

Before she could utter a word, he suddenly leaned over, scooping her up horizontally.

His steps were steady, each one moving towards the thickly padded Beast Skin in the corner.

The steps were quick yet not chaotic, carefully placing her down.

Then he lowered his head, gaze deep, breath quivering, as he leaned in to kiss her lips.

The kiss came with a long-suppressed desire, almost instinctively landing on her.

Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat quickened.

There were still several males watching nearby!

How could he do this at a time like this...

Her pupils shrank in surprise, her cheeks instantly flushed with heat, quickly pushing him away.

"Isaac! Calm down first! Don’t do this... It’s not the right time!"

Isaac, pushed to prop himself up with his arms on either side of her.

The red in his eyes hadn’t completely faded, his breathing still somewhat erratic, yet he didn’t lean in further.

He just lowered his head, staring at her with piercing eyes.

Seraphina saw his painful restraint, biting her lip, her heart aching as well.

She glanced at the several Beast Husbands nearby, noticing they hadn’t turned away, their gazes fixed here, with varied expressions but none leaving.

"My comfort... is limited to kissing. Could you... possibly step outside for a moment? I’m really not comfortable... doing this in front of so many people..."

Upon hearing this, the Beast Husbands understood Seraphina’s meaning.

Wyatt Yardley spoke first.

"No. Isaac’s internal turmoil is still being suppressed and may erupt at any moment. I can’t leave. His emotions are too unstable; if he loses control, no one can hold him down. But I can turn around."

With that, he turned his back directly.

Gideon Larkin and Evan Orwell exchanged a glance without hesitation.

They turned as well, facing the wall, their backs calm.

Only Kaelan Hawthorne hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brow, his gaze shifting between Isaac and Seraphina.

In the end, he turned to the side, not fully turning his back.

But his fingers gently rubbed the hem of his garment, again and again.

Seeing this, Seraphina no longer dwelled on it, nodding lightly, feeling somewhat comforted in her heart.

At least they were willing to cooperate, affording her a bit of dignity.

This time, Isaac didn’t rush in.

He sat silently on his knees beside her, his gaze gradually calming.

Then he slowly lowered his head, softly pressing against her lips.

The kiss was still a little hasty, carrying unresolved agitation.

Repeatedly, each pass softer than the last.

Until her eyes glistened with moisture and her breathing softened, did he finally stop, quietly gazing at her.

He hugged her tightly.

The embrace carried no frivolity, held no hint of desire, but was imbued with a near-desperate stubbornness.

Seraphina did not struggle.

She could feel his hands shaking.

Not due to desire, but because he was desperately holding back something.

She had always been accustomed to being alone, to sealing away her emotions.

Yet now, a simple gesture stirred her emotions, making her feel like a lost outsider.

After all, she was still unused to being close to males.

Physical contact was never easy for her.

In her past life, she had rarely had close connections, let alone such unguarded embraces.

She was accustomed to maintaining distance.

Now with a wall easily pushed down, she was at a loss.

Not to mention, this male was about to break the contract with her soon.

Once the contract is broken, they would have no further ties, each going their own separate ways, becoming like strangers.

She should have been grateful, should have looked forward to that moment.

Yet for some reason, this embrace reminded her.

Of the deep connection they once shared.

No matter how it was about to dissolve, it couldn’t be erased completely.