The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 72: Want to Be Even? Fine

Evangeline stood up, wiping the blood from her lips.

She looked down at her slender, jade-like fingers, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and sighed. "Well, that’s that. Flora is completely gone. How am I going to explain this to Thorne?"

Seeing that the avalanche had stopped, Galen immediately ran toward Evangeline. "Witch! Witch, how are you...?"

When she saw the bewitchingly beautiful face beneath the fur-lined cloak, Galen’s breath hitched. Her pupils constricted, the color drained from her face, replaced by an expression of utter, disbelieving horror. She stammered, "Evan... Evangeline..."

Galen was terrified. She stumbled back two steps, her entire body trembling violently as if struck by lightning.

"Brother Lachlan—" Galen scrambled over to Lachlan’s side, pointing at Evangeline with a broken, choked sob in her voice. "Brother Lachlan, she’s not the Witch! She’s Evangeline! It’s Evangeline—"

Evangeline turned, her gaze sweeping coolly over Galen before landing on Lachlan. "The medicine. Give it to your people. It will solve the plague. As for your eyes, I’ll figure something out."

"This avalanche was suspicious. Perhaps it wasn’t a natural disaster, but a man-made one."

"I won’t leave for now. I’ll go once your people have recovered."

After speaking, Evangeline walked toward the cave where she’d refined the medicine. Her steps were unsteady; she was clearly still severely injured.

Just then, Galen’s voice trembled as she blurted out, "You—you’re pregnant?!"

Evangeline paused. She raised a hand to her forehead, and a faint smile bloomed on her lips. "I am."

Galen’s gaze remained fixed on Evangeline’s frail, receding back for a long time, her knuckles unconsciously tightening on the corner of her clothes. She suddenly turned her head to Lachlan, bit her lip, and asked with a hesitant tremor in her voice, "Brother Lachlan... you knew all along that she was Evangeline, didn’t you?"

The fine strands of Lachlan’s hair stirred in the wind. His handsome face was placid and cold as he handed the medicine to Galen. "Give this to our people."

Galen said in disbelief, "You actually trust her? She’s Evangeline!"

Lachlan replied flatly, "I know she’s Evangeline. Could the tribe’s situation possibly get any worse than this?"

At his words, Galen froze. She looked down at the medicine in her hands and choked out, "What is she trying to do? First she hurts people, and now she saves them?"

Galen gritted her teeth, wanting to curse Evangeline for her cruelty. But when she recalled the sight of her fighting the Snow Dragon and her staggering back as she left, the full force of her resentment suddenly dissipated.

’Evangeline is pregnant, yet she still saved the Frost-plain Tribe.’

The harsh words caught in her throat, dissolving into a sigh that mingled with a sob and scattered into the wind and snow.

Galen suddenly thought of something. Her pupils constricted, and her fingers abruptly tightened around Lachlan’s wrist. Her voice shook. "Brother Lachlan..." Her eyes locked onto him. "You didn’t... you didn’t promise her something again, did you?"

Every word seemed forced through her teeth, wrapped in fear and fury.

Lachlan shook his head, his expression cold. "No."

He had just turned away when he seemed to remember something and asked, "You just said she’s pregnant?"

Galen’s breath caught. She bit her lip, her fingernails digging unconsciously into her palm.

She looked up at Lachlan, her lips trembling. The question stuck in her throat, almost bursting past her teeth—

’Is the child in Evangeline’s womb... yours?’

But in the end, she just lowered her lashes and let out a soft, almost inaudible "Mhm."

’Brother Lachlan has already rejected me, so what’s the point in asking more? The tribe is recovering now, and Evangeline seems to have changed. If Brother Lachlan could have a child, that would be a good thing, too.’

With that thought, Galen forced a smile onto her face. "I’ll go give the medicine to our people now!"

With that, she hurried away.

Lachlan turned his head, facing the silent, rolling banks of snow in the distance as he walked away from the tribe.

*

Evangeline returned to the cave, took some Spiritual Medicine, and sat cross-legged to stabilize her turbulent inner breath.

An unknown amount of time passed before Lachlan’s ethereal voice sounded from outside the cave. "I’m coming in."

Evangeline opened her eyes, a hint of surprise in her narrow, fox-like eyes.

The sound of calm, unhurried footsteps drew nearer, accompanied by the rich aroma of roasted meat.

Lachlan’s slender figure cast a cold silhouette on the stone wall.

He stood tall and graceful, his features exuding an otherworldly aloofness, as pure as the driven snow. Only the steaming roasted meat in his hand added a touch of worldly warmth to his cold presence.

"Eat," he said, holding out the roasted meat. His voice was clear and pleasant.

Evangeline raised a dark eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Trying to poison me?"

Lachlan paused, a hint of relief appearing on his cold, languid face. "I just wanted to thank you."

Evangeline’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly. She studied Lachlan thoughtfully, then took the meat and bit into it. He was a good cook. Despite being blind, he’d roasted the meat until it was crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, with a faint salty flavor.

She said, "No need to thank me. It was what I should do."

Evangeline got up and sat down at the stone table. "How are the people of the Frost-plain Tribe?"

Lachlan nodded. "Your medicine was very effective. Their conditions have already improved."

The cave fell silent.

After a moment, Lachlan spoke again. "We’re even."

"Even?" A faint curve touched Evangeline’s pale lips. She stepped forward and pulled open the collar of Lachlan’s beast skin. There, on his neck, was the same palm-sized Red Fox Contract Mark.

Lachlan didn’t move, letting her do as she pleased, though his face grew a shade paler.

He suppressed his revulsion and said flatly, "Whether we have a Contract or not is unimportant."

Evangeline’s fingertips brushed lightly over the Contract Mark. She suddenly chuckled. "Unimportant? Then why didn’t you accept Galen when she confessed her love to you? Didn’t you tell her plainly that you were already in a Contract?"

Lachlan fell silent, but his expression remained as indifferent as ever.

He took a step back, avoiding her hand. "You can’t force things in this world. I’ve seen that you’ve changed. Since you have a child now, you should live a good life from here on and stop doing evil deeds."

Evangeline looked at her fingers, now suspended in mid-air, and gave a half-smile. "You want to be even with me that badly?"

Before Lachlan could speak, she added cheerfully, "Fine!"

Lachlan’s lips flattened into a thin line. Before his tense back could even relax, he heard the turn in her words. "However, we’ll only be even after I’ve returned your eyes to you."

Hearing this, Lachlan’s fine brow furrowed slightly. His voice was cold and desolate. "I don’t like you."

’My eyes are gone. How could they possibly be returned?’

’She’s only saying this because she wants to keep pestering me.’

Lachlan’s expression grew colder. He had long since experienced Evangeline’s shamelessness and was used to it.

He had no desire to speak with her any further. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard Evangeline say, "It’s just a pair of eyes. Could they possibly be harder to restore than Thorne’s Beast Crystal?"

At these words, Lachlan’s steps faltered.

Evangeline smiled. The Beast Spirit Flower Heart blooming between her brows, a cinnabar-red mark, was dazzlingly vibrant.

She gently lifted a lock of Lachlan’s flaxen hair. The corners of her narrow eyes tilted up, and while her posture seemed casual, it carried a sharp, bewitching allure. Her voice was brazen. "It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me. I have no intention of ruining your life. But since we’re talking about being even, why don’t we make another deal?"