The Villainess Wants a Divorce: Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears Chapter 37: Public Home-Wrecking?

Moreover, Seraphina Caldwell was not just an outsider.

More crucially, she was exceptionally striking.

The mont she appeared, the eyes of those unmarried bachelors couldn’t move away.

Soon, soone squinted, exclaiming softly.

"Look, her collarbone... there’s no Beast Seal!"

Upon hearing this, a few people around imdiately craned their necks to take a closer look.

Normally, the mark of the first formal partner would appear on the left side of a female’s collarbone.

It’s an exclusive mark imprinted by a male instinctively after forming a Soul Contract.

But Seraphina Caldwell’s collarbone was completely clean, not a trace to be found.

This indicated that she had yet to truly form a complete contract with any Beast Husband.

This discovery made the eyes of many males, who were originally just observing, light up with fervor.

Miles Astor saw Evan Orwell steadily carrying Seraphina Caldwell over.

He had thought that Seraphina had no Beast Seal because those pursuing her hadn’t won her heart.

But now she appeared being held by soone else, in an intimate posture.

However, this wouldn’t affect his plans for the evening.

Miles Astor walked up to Seraphina Caldwell, slightly bowing his head.

"Seraphina Caldwell, I’m Miles Astor from the Deer Clan. We’ve saved you a seat, right on the cleanest patch of ground on the eastern side of the bonfire. Shall I take you to sit there?"

His gaze was firmly locked on Seraphina Caldwell.

His entire aura silently declared.

I care about you.

And all this completely ignored Evan Orwell, who was holding Seraphina and whose face had already turned cold.

Evan Orwell’s arm tightened abruptly.

"No need, just point in the direction."

His gaze swept towards Miles Astor, vigilance clearly etched on his brows.

Miles Astor blinked, not expecting Evan Orwell’s reaction to be so firm.

Instinctively, he looked at Seraphina Caldwell, a trace of anticipation in his eyes.

But Seraphina Caldwell remained quietly nestled in Evan Orwell’s arms, saying nothing.

She neither rejected Miles Astor’s goodwill nor did she calm Evan Orwell’s apprehension.

To her, it didn’t matter who showed the way.

She wasn’t concerned about who arranged the seating; the truly important thing was to maintain harmony on the surface.

If disputes arose from such a trivial matter.

It would only alert others to the cracks within their small group.

Especially in this unfamiliar and complex environnt.

Thus, she preferred to remain silent rather than utter a word that might provoke conflict.

Seeing that Seraphina Caldwell didn’t object, Miles Astor felt a bit stifled inside.

Yet he still raised his hand and pointed to a spot by the bonfire.

"Over there, it’s close to the grill, convenient for eating."

He originally intended to show more care this way.

But Seraphina Caldwell’s reaction was just too indifferent.

Evan Orwell nodded lightly, carrying Seraphina over without looking back.

Seraphina, in his embrace, had almost no room to struggle.

He didn’t even spare a glance for anyone else.

Following behind him, Wyatt Yardley’s gaze cut through Miles Astor like a knife.

He made no attempt to hide his displeasure.

To him, Miles Astor’s actions were a form of probing.

Even a provocation.

Isaac Vaughn and Kaelan Hawthorne seed unfazed, their expressions unreadable.

Yet only they knew their hearts were already stirred.

As soon as Seraphina Caldwell was seated on a stone.

Before she could take in the lively surroundings, three males from the Deer Clan approached.

Each was tall and robust, faces flushed, their eyes fixated directly on her.

Seraphina Caldwell blinked, a bit perplexed, unsure of their intent.

She had never experienced such a scene, unable even to think of a basic coping strategy.

She simply felt an instinctual unease.

The leader, especially burly, had a shimring Green Rank Beast Ring on his arm.

He was clearly soone of note within the clan.

In the Deer Clan, those of the Green Rank were exceptionally rare and powerful warriors.

He stood before Seraphina Caldwell, trying hard to muster a smile.

"Little female, I’m Liam Vance, a Green Rank warrior. The partners around you may not be able to protect you well. Would you consider forming a contract with , becoming my primary female?"

He tried to make his tone as gentle as possible.

Yet even so, the overwhelming aura of a strong warrior still rushed forth.

His words seed earnest, but were in fact laden with condescension.

Once those words were out, the expressions of Seraphina Caldwell’s companions imdiately darkened.

They all heard those words, fully grasping the provocativeness within.

An outsider dared to openly attempt to poach one of their own right in front of them?

The contract hadn’t been broken; even if she wanted to switch, she’d have to wait.

This was the thought forming in their minds simultaneously.

Despite any internal conflicts and competition among them,

in this mont, the front they presented to the outside world was still one of a unified group of protectors.

The contract remained unbroken; Seraphina Caldwell was nominally still their shared partner, and no outsider could touch her easily.

Could all the previous coldness and distance have rely been ant to lull them, a chance to find a new partner?

Such a thought quietly crept into their minds.

They began to suspect that Seraphina Caldwell’s previous silence might have held deeper intentions.

Had she long been seeking an opportunity to break away from them?

If she indeed accepted Liam Vance’s proposal, it would signify not only a betrayal of their relationship,

but possibly taking information or resources to an enemy tribe.

The tension around went unnoticed by Seraphina Caldwell.

"Sorry, I don’t need a new partner now, please go back."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just perfectly audible to every onlooker.

As soon as the words left her mouth, those around her simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Wyatt Yardley’s tightly clenched fingers relaxed slightly.

Evan Orwell’s lowered eyelashes fluttered gently, a tender curve forming at the corners of his mouth.

Gideon Larkin’s originally narrowed eyes slowly opened.

Their reactions varied, yet all conveyed a subtle sense of relief.

Imdiately after, Gideon Larkin faced Liam Vance and his n, speaking icily.

"Didn’t you hear? She said no! With us here, you have no chance, just give up!"

He stepped forward.

His words "with us here" were uttered with a firm resolve.

Gideon Larkin understood well.

No matter her intentions, as long as the contract remained, they were her partners.

Whether there was affection or even hatred, they would stand by her.

At such a crucial mont, she shouldn’t be seeking new additions.

This understanding had long been etched into his bones.

The contract was not just a symbol on paper, but a brand upon their souls.

Even in the depths of suspicion, they could never truly sever ties and leave.

Liam Vance and his company lost all traces of delight from their faces.

They had hoped to leverage this chance to approach the much-admired female.

In the Beastfolk Village, once a female said no, it was set in stone.

To persist would be seen as improper, earning disdain from others.

They eyed the Beast Husbands standing beside Seraphina Caldwell.

Realizing their chances were dashed, they had no choice but to skulk away, heads drooping.

Once Liam Vance’s group was out of sight, Gideon Larkin’s smile was unwavering.

He turned around, striding over to the grill and selecting a glistening piece of tenderloin.

It was secretly reserved, the most tender piece.

He carefully tore it into small, finger-sized pieces.

Then he took a pinch of salt from a pouch, sprinkling it evenly with precision.