novelbin Chapter 212: Giving My Heart
Chapter 212: Giving My Heart
The clothes were ripped in several places, with bloodstains from abrasions on the arms.
Wyatt Yardley wasn’t in much better shape either, with dried blood on his face, a split on the corner of his mouth, and blood seeping from his brow.
But she knew that only by getting close enough to a male could the Spiritual Spring regenerate in space.
At this critical moment, time was tight, and the injuries couldn’t be delayed.
The fastest way was to kiss.
Wyatt Yardley froze, not reacting for a moment to why she abruptly suggested this.
But he didn’t question it or hesitate for long.
He raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, bending down to kiss her.
The moment their lips touched, the surroundings seemed to fall silent for an instant.
This kiss had no trace of ambiguity, no tug of desire.
Only a trust and dependence that was almost instinctive.
It was like an exchange, a confirmation.
Yet he held her very tightly, his arms wrapped around her back, unwilling to let go.
As if letting go for even a moment would make her vanish.
His injuries were too severe, multiple broken bones, internal shocks, every movement was torture.
But he endured the pain, using his last bit of will to maintain this position.
Seraphina Caldwell leaned in his embrace, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
Yet she understood.
He had broken so many bones, holding her so tightly, every moment was an ordeal.
Seraphina Caldwell pulled away slightly, her heartbeat not yet calmed, her nose brushing against his breath.
The two remained close, neither speaking first, until the Spiritual Spring pool once again glowed with water, a clear flow bubbling out, and she suddenly snapped back, hurriedly turning to push him away.
She reached out to channel the new flowing spring water.
Carefully cradling a handful of clear water at her fingertips, she let it drip drop by drop onto Wyatt Yardley’s chest where the sunken injury was.
The droplets carried a faint gleam, and the moment they touched the wound, Wyatt Yardley shuddered slightly, his brow relaxed, and his expression gradually eased.
While continuing to drip the water, Seraphina Caldwell said in a low voice, "This is from my space, called Spiritual Spring Water, it can heal injuries. But it has a peculiar aspect, it requires proximity to a male to flow out, like the kiss earlier, or... getting even closer works too."
To Wyatt Yardley’s ears, those words were like a bombshell.
She was actually willing to tell him this secret she had hidden for so long.
Wyatt Yardley’s eyes flickered, staring at the little female before him with her reddened face, feeling warm inside.
Suddenly, it seemed that no matter how serious the injury, no matter how much pain, this moment was worth it.
If she was willing to tell him, did it mean...
She truly regarded him as one of her own?
He raised his hand, gently brushing her hair with his fingertips, his voice low.
"Thank you for telling me this. Are you saying this spring water comes from the space connected to your body?"
Seraphina Caldwell felt the warmth of his palm.
"It’s not from the body; I have a portable space. It can hold anything, and there’s a Spiritual Spring inside. The spring water can heal injuries once it flows out."
"But to use it, intimacy with a male is required. Earlier, when the water ran out, that’s why... I kissed you."
She lifted her head, her eyes bright and clear, without a hint of evasion.
"In the future, I won’t hide anything from you."
Though said lightly, the words stirred significant waves in Wyatt Yardley’s heart.
He hugged her tightly, holding her firmly.
The healing effect of the Spiritual Spring Water was astonishingly fast.
Before long, the pits on Wyatt Yardley’s chest began to rebound.
The broken bones returned to place, the flesh quickly gathered, not even leaving a scar.
The pain completely disappeared, replaced by a full-body comfort.
"The spring water is too precious, it must not be revealed to outsiders. But we’re a team, the other Beast Husbands are also our own. If you’re willing, you can tell them."
Wyatt Yardley’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Seraphina Caldwell nodded, reaching out to wrap her arms around his waist, resting her face in his embrace.
She trusted him.
If he said others could be trusted, then she believed him.
It seemed in the coming days, she’d need to find an opportunity to share this matter with the others.
Just then, a slight sound came from the depths of the cave.
Isaac Vaughn was the first to open his eyes, his purple pupils still a bit dazed.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Seraphina Caldwell and Wyatt Yardley embracing.
He looked down at his tail; the place that was split had healed, his heart immediately understanding something.
Next, Gideon Larkin awoke, slowly propping himself up, his ice-blue eyes still carrying previous anger.
But when his gaze fell on Seraphina Caldwell.
Seeing her unharmed, the hostility dissipated immediately.
Kaelan Hawthorne also shook his head and sat up, his pale green eyes wandering, finally resting on Seraphina Caldwell’s face, and he sighed in relief.
Several people noticed their bodies felt much lighter.
The wounds were no longer painful, old injuries were healing, and there was no need to guess who had intervened.
Yet no one asked, and nobody said thank you.
Some things, if she didn’t speak, they wouldn’t bring up.
Gideon Larkin abruptly stood up, cursing, and rushed to Jude Gale’s corpse, delivering several hard kicks.
As he kicked, he muttered curses under his breath.
After spitting once, he paused for a moment.
Then, he grabbed the corpse’s shoulder and dragged it towards the cave entrance.
Once outside, he threw the body into a deep ditch.
Isaac Vaughn and Kaelan Hawthorne were also busy, rising to clear the mess inside the cave.
They bent down, grabbing bloody grass with one hand, moving scattered rocks with the other.
Kaelan Hawthorne even specifically found a metal shovel, scraping off blood-stained earth bit by bit.
The stench was finally suppressed, replaced by the fresh scent of soil in the air.
The two wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
They exchanged a glance, then continued inspecting for any overlooked areas.
Before long, the cave seemed almost transformed.
Wyatt Yardley looked down at Seraphina Caldwell.
Covered in dirt and grime, her hair disheveled and her face smudged with dirt.
He couldn’t help but frown, his tone softening.
"Wait for me, I’ll boil some water."
Soon, the distant sound of flowing water and light chopping could be heard.
Everyone had mostly woken up, except Evan Orwell who remained still.
Seraphina Caldwell went over and felt his pulse, her fingertips touching warm skin, steady heartbeat.
She withdrew her hand, not rousing him.
Just pulled the Beast Skin higher on him, covering his shoulders.
Before long, Wyatt Yardley returned with a wooden bucket.
Steam rose, the surface of the water floating a few boiled grass leaves.
His body wet in large patches, the blood stains on his face gone, his features sharp, his whole demeanor refreshed.
"Soak for a while to warm up."
He placed the bucket down.
"With eyes like this, didn’t you sleep at all last night?"
It wasn’t just poor sleep, there hadn’t been any sleep at all.
Seraphina Caldwell was both tired and weary, after such a long ordeal, her bones felt ready to disassemble, so she nodded.
After everyone else had exited, she removed her dirty Beast Skin clothing, slowly sliding into the hot water.
She leaned against the bucket, closed her eyes, her fingers lightly pressing her temples.
The warmth wrapped around her instantly, drawing away cold and fatigue bit by bit.
Comfortable, she closed her eyes, nearly sinking into slumber.
After the bath, she donned a new Beast Skin skirt.
As she raised her head, she felt several gazes fixed on her.
It was Isaac Vaughn, Gideon Larkin, and Kaelan Hawthorne, standing near the cave entrance, their eyes different, all focused on her shoulder.
The clear Celestial Crane mark.
Apparently, she had already formed a bond with Evan Orwell.