novelbin Chapter 214: How Should I Face It?
Chapter 214: How Should I Face It?
He never beats around the bush when he speaks, and his actions are very efficient.
Seraphina Caldwell felt a warmth in her heart, suddenly realizing that although this person was clumsy with words and didn’t know how to talk indirectly.
But this straightforwardness, on the contrary, made people feel at ease.
Just now, she clearly called for Wyatt Yardley, but the first one to rush in was him.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she immediately stood up, smoothing out the creased sleeves.
"I’m really fine, just a bit confused from sleep. I can manage myself, no need to take care of me, it’s not good to delay the journey."
As she spoke, Wyatt Yardley walked in carrying a wooden bucket.
Steam rose from the water, warm and comforting.
His steps were light and steady, stopping in the middle of the room before gently placing the bucket on the ground.
"Walking mountain roads during the day, there’s probably no time to wash up; soaking in the morning makes one feel refreshed."
After speaking, he stepped back half a step, his hands naturally hanging down.
"Kaelan Hawthorne grilled the meat; you can eat after washing, and we’ll set off promptly. Calculating by the journey’s pace, we should reach Fox Clan territory before dark."
A faint aroma wafted in from outside.
The sky had brightened considerably.
Sunlight slanted in, casting ripples on the water’s surface.
Wyatt Yardley was always like this, thinking ahead with everything.
He wouldn’t speak much, but he arranged everything properly.
Seraphina Caldwell responded with a smile, "Okay, I’ll follow your lead."
She stood up, brushing the dust off the hem of her clothes.
Walking to the wooden bucket, she squatted down to test the water temperature.
She washed her face, then soaked her feet with the remaining warm water, exhaling a long breath.
The soreness in her feet was dispelled by the heat, relieving much of the fatigue in her calves as well.
The exhaustion and fear accumulated yesterday gradually faded away.
She stared at the water’s surface for a while, slowly retracting her legs.
But her heart was still in turmoil.
Jude Gale was dead; would someone pursue the matter to the end...
Moreover, she and Evan Orwell now had a bond.
But she forced it on him, he wasn’t willing at all.
What should she do when they meet again in the future?
After drying off, she prepared to put on her original beast skin clothes, but Wyatt Yardley handed her a new set.
The clothes were neatly folded and placed in a light-colored woven basket.
The top was a short cut, just covering the stomach.
The sleeves were three-quarters, loose and elegant.
It looked clean and not cumbersome at all.
The bottom was a long skirt made of beast skin, hanging down below the knees, the hem naturally spreading out, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
The strips of skin were clearly colored, with red, yellow, and blue interwoven.
The tying method was meticulous, knotted flexibly for easy adjustment.
Seraphina Caldwell was momentarily stunned, reaching out to take it.
As soon as her fingers touched the material, she felt its smoothness and softness, her eyes lit up involuntarily.
"Is this made for me?"
She held the clothes, standing upright, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing the texture on the cuff.
Wyatt Yardley lightly nodded, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"It’s from the skin I shed myself; I wanted to make you an outfit for a while but was afraid you wouldn’t want it, so I didn’t dare take it out. Now... do you like it?"
As he finished speaking, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, his gaze briefly landed on her face and quickly moved away.
Seraphina Caldwell immediately raised her arms to put it on, the short top fit well without being tight, and the skirt’s special cut made walking unencumbered, instead appearing light and free.
"I truly like it, it’s beautiful! Did you make it yourself?"
Seeing her happy expression, the corners of Wyatt Yardley’s mouth curled up.
"As long as you like it. But I’m not the one who sewed it, Isaac Vaughn helped out; among our group, his hands are the most skilled."
Seraphina Caldwell turned to look at Isaac Vaughn beside her, just meeting his pale purple eyes.
"Thank you, Isaac Vaughn, the work is so beautiful, I really cherish it."
Isaac Vaughn’s lips slightly curved, he stepped forward and lightly ruffled the top of her hair.
"As long as you like it, it’s worth it."
"If you want anything else in the future, whether it’s long or short, patterned or styled, just let me know, I can find a way to make it."
Seraphina Caldwell looked up at the softness in his eyes, nodding seriously.
At this moment, Kaelan Hawthorne carried several wooden bowls and walked in.
The steaming soup bubbled in the bowls.
Small chunks of Earth Potato Fruit floated inside.
The soup color wasn’t clear, but the fragrance was quite tempting.
It seemed there wasn’t enough meat, so they had to supplement with plants.
Yet he made a special effort to keep a good portion for Seraphina Caldwell.
In that wooden bowl were several pieces of well-done lean meat, alongside a block of roasted soft and sticky Earth Potato Fruit.
Much more sumptuous than the others.
Seraphina Caldwell picked up a wooden spoon, smiling as she thanked him.
But as soon as she sipped the soup, the corner of her eye caught the contents of the others’ bowls, and her actions halted.
Those males’ bowls were almost completely filled with Earth Potato Fruit soup, scattered with trace amounts of shredded meat.
Clearly, all the best things were given to her.
Seraphina Caldwell’s heart tightened, and her nose felt a bit sour.
The plants in her space had just been planted and hadn’t yielded any harvest.
All previously stored fruits and vegetables were exchanged for Beast Crystals, and not a single extra bite of food could be procured.
The food shortage was more severe than anticipated.
She searched every corner of her space, only finding a few shriveled Earth Potato Fruits, utterly incapable of supporting the journey ahead.
The grilled meat brought back by the hunting team yesterday was the only substantial food.
But she knew those meats weren’t plentiful to begin with, and a portion must be kept for emergencies on the road.
She stared at the meat in her bowl, didn’t say a word, and divided those pieces among the others’ bowls.
"I have no appetite, this is enough. You still have a long journey ahead, you need to eat more for energy."
She lowered her head, blowing on the hot broth, deliberately avoiding the gazes directed at her, pretending to sip intently.
The soup was bland, with little richness.
But she swallowed naturally.
Wyatt Yardley initially wanted to stop her, the words reached his lips but were swallowed back.
As males, they would rather starve themselves than let a female go without eating.
But the female before him, on the contrary, was the first to offer the best things over.
Gideon Larkin sitting next to her noticed something amiss.
Her fingers gently rubbed her stomach under the table.
Seraphina Caldwell generally had a small appetite and a slender figure.
Probably due to yesterday’s events, the smell of meat made her nauseous.
Forcing her to eat would only make her uncomfortable.
But everyone remembered this incident in their hearts.
Once they entered Fox Clan territory, they must find a way to get something appetizing to properly nourish her.
Nobody voiced these thoughts, but each quietly made a mental note.
Not only Wyatt Yardley thought so.
The other males had similar thoughts; though silent, they had already begun planning inwardly.
This unusual eating habit of Seraphina Caldwell had already entered everyone’s observation range.
Gideon Larkin lowered his head, looking at the grilled meat in his bowl, his ice-blue eyes subtly quivering, wanting to ask something but feeling too clumsy with words to voice it out, finally only squeezing out, "Really not hungry at all?"
Isaac Vaughn casually pushed his portion of meat toward her.
"I’m not hungry, you eat more."
Evan Orwell didn’t say a word, but his hands didn’t remain idle, quietly trying to put the little pieces of meat he picked from the soup into her bowl.
But she lifted her hand to block the bowl’s edge.
"I really can’t eat anymore, absolutely no appetite."
After she said that, she gently pushed the empty bowl toward the center, indicating she had finished her meal.
Breakfast was simple, yet the atmosphere was warm.
Everyone finished quickly, efficiently tidied up their belongings, and prepared to depart.
No one rushed, and no one complained about the weather.
Everything proceeded according to a familiar rhythm.