The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 94: Repayment

But why at this moment does he have to put on such an affectionate look?

"Feeling better? Not that uncomfortable anymore, right?"

Isaac Vaughn looked at her with a slight curl at the corner of his mouth as she woke up, appearing dazed and fragile.

"Yes, once you comforted me, I recovered."

The tone was so gentle it hardly resembled him.

Seraphina Caldwell breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks a bit warm, wanting to slightly move out from his embrace.

"Then I’ll get up? I’m covered in dust, it’s uncomfortable, I want to take a shower."

She dared not linger longer, afraid that sticking close to him would make her lose control.

Isaac slowly released the arms wrapped around her but didn’t immediately retreat.

He remained seated, his gaze quietly settled on her face.

To be precise, it fell on the black spots at the junction of her cheek and forehead.

He frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"These on your face... are from the Bright Pearl Fruit?"

She didn’t hide it, raising a hand to wipe her cheek.

"Yes, staining it makes it convenient. No one would take a second look anyway."

Isaac didn’t ask further.

He knew too well why Seraphina did this.

It’s not just for convenience but out of fear of being noticed and coveted again.

Silas Shaw’s incident last time was like a thorn in everyone’s heart.

"Should I accompany you? The wind outside is strong, what if you slip?"

"Someone just needs to help me carry the bucket of water."

"Leaving the tribe is too dangerous, what if you encounter a lone Dire Beast? It’s not worth the risk."

Wyatt Yardley immediately stood up from the stone upon hearing this, without a trace of hesitation.

"I’ll go fetch water, you wait inside the house. Don’t go to the riverbank by yourself, I won’t be at ease."

Having said that, he grabbed the wooden bucket leaning against the wall corner and rushed out without looking back.

Once Wyatt left, the atmosphere in the house paused slightly.

Gideon Larkin suddenly turned his head to Kaelan Hawthorne, his Adam’s apple moved, his tone a bit awkward.

"Seraphina’s Beast Skin Skirt... is it all in your storage bag?"

Kaelan was taken aback, instinctively raised his head to look at him, his eyes widened.

"Hmm? Why are you asking this suddenly?"

When did Gideon start paying attention to what she wore?

In the past days, he never meddled in such trivial matters.

He nodded, his tone more relaxed now.

"It’s there. I just sorted it, ready to air out. Why?"

"This one of hers... is torn."

Gideon pointed at the tear on the hem of Seraphina’s skirt.

The edges of the fabric had already frayed, and the tear was palm-length.

The Beast Husbands all looked over.

Earlier, when Isaac frantically lunged over and grabbed Seraphina, they were on full alert.

No one noticed her skirt had been tattered and almost falling apart.

To mention it, Seraphina never asked for a new skirt.

She never complained about the cold or cared for old clothing fading, tearing.

They all assumed she didn’t lack any.

After all, her storage bag was full of various high-quality Beast Skins.

There’s even quite a few left by rare Sea Beasts, enough to make more than ten pieces.

But now thinking back...

As Beast Husbands, they should have made her a new one each while.

But how many days has it been?

A whole month, yet not one person remembered.

Not even a simple "Do you want a new one?" was asked.

If it were another female, she would’ve flipped, maybe thrown a tantrum.

But she remained silent.

She went on cooking, mending, picking herbs, as if nothing had happened.

Isaac stared at the torn hole on his own skirt’s corner, his brow furrowed tightly.

"I have Sea Beast Skin, light as gauze, not water-permeable, most comfortable to wear next to the skin. I’ll sew a new one for you, starting tomorrow."

Seraphina hurriedly waved her hands, stepped back repeatedly, with a bit of panic on her face.

"No, no, no! Really don’t need it! I have other clothes in my bag, changing one will be fine, not worth you going through all this trouble."

She was well aware, males always regarded such rare Beast Skin as more valuable than life.

But those males never brought out those precious Beast Skins before.

It’s not that they lacked money, or couldn’t buy it, but simply didn’t think highly of the previous Seraphina.

The original host was withdrawn, of mediocre ability, without any presence in the tribe.

They wouldn’t even spare her a glance, let alone gift her family heirlooms.

And the original host?

Never cared for these superficial names, never once took the initiative to ask.

Now Seraphina borrowed this body for rebirth, already determined to cut ties with these convoluted relations, no need to let them offer such precious skins to please her.

"Save it, you can use it in the future to cajole someone you truly like after we’re separated, don’t waste it on me."

Kaelan stood aside, staring at Seraphina’s urgent refusal, feeling heaviness in his chest.

Why does she always look like she fears avoiding them?

Could it be... he’d misunderstood all along?

Her distancing is because she never planned to stay?

This thought made Kaelan’s fingertips tremble slightly.

Isaac heard Seraphina’s refusal, his eyes, originally with a gentle smile, suddenly dimmed.

He lowered his eyelashes, a faint hint of loss flashed in his deep violet eyes.

So, in her heart, they don’t even have the qualification to make her feel moved for a moment?

Just then, Wyatt came in with a bucket of steaming hot water.

The wooden door "creaked" open, the mist billowed, he placed the bucket steadily on the ground, whispered: "Seraphina, do you want to wash now? The water’s just right, not hot."

Upon hearing it was him, she immediately raised her eyes, then got up and quickly walked over, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

"Thank you, Wyatt, you always have this attention to detail."

She paused, her gaze slowly swept across the males standing in the room.

Her tone slowed a bit.

"This time, you didn’t heed the danger, specifically avoided the Eagle Clan’s patrols, traversed the forbidden land, suffered a lot, went through many hardships. I... am truly grateful."

"So, as a token of appreciation," she paused, her tone solemn, "I plan to... give each of you a drop of blood."

As soon as the words fell, silence instantly enveloped the room.

The faces of several males turned ashen.

Only Isaac, still in rut, had a touch of un-faded flush on his cheeks.

But those purple eyes, once gentle like spring water, were now full of shock.

Seraphina looked at their blank expressions, her heart pounding.

Isn’t offering her blood what they have been dreaming of?

Could it be... they are too excited to react?

She pressed her lips, suppressing the unease in her heart.

She took a bit of warm water from the bucket, carefully washed her hands.

After washing, she raised her eyes, glanced around, and asked softly, "Who wants to go first? Don’t dawdle, I’m ready."

Yet, still no one responded.

She frowned, finally setting her eye on Wyatt closest to her, her voice even softer.

"Wyatt, you first. Last time in the cave, I promised to give you, but was interrupted midway, never had the chance to complete."

Saying that, she slowly lifted her hand, her fingertips gently touched the slightly aged silver chain around her neck.

A petite bone pendant hung on the chain.

Her eyes flickered, seemingly making a decision, she tugged firmly, preparing to pull off the necklace.