The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 69: Have a Baby and Run?

Evangeline wore a serious expression as she stared into Lachlan’s hollow eyes, a headache starting to form.

When Caden Albright had his face skinned, his eyes were still intact, so it hadn’t affected the reconstruction of his skin.

A face was easy to restore, but eyes are considered the windows to the soul. With his gone, he would need a new pair, and she had no way of creating them for him out of thin air.

Suddenly, a thought struck Evangeline.

She suddenly recalled from the original owner’s memories that after gouging out Lachlan’s eyes, she had seemed to preserve them meticulously. In a perverse twist, she had placed them right beside her stone bed, with the twisted intention that Lachlan’s eyes could only ever look at her.

Evangeline lowered her gaze, pondering. ’If Lachlan’s eyes are still intact... could they still be used?’

Lachlan slowly rose, grinding the lock of hair Evangeline had cut under his foot. His ethereal voice was tinged with apathy. "Heal my tribesmen, and I won’t seek revenge against you again. We’ll call it even."

Evangeline was taken aback. "You don’t want your eyes healed?"

Lachlan said flatly, "So long as I don’t have to see you, it’s better that they were gouged out."

Evangeline: "..."

After a moment of silence, Evangeline asked curiously, "How did you recognize me, anyway?"

She stared at Lachlan’s pitch-black sockets. ’He’s like this, and he can still see?’

Lachlan stood silently, his face turned toward the distance. He exuded a cold, unapproachable aura. His pale lips barely moved. "Because every time you touch me, I feel a disgust that runs bone-deep."

Evangeline: "..."

’Seven male leads, and I’m only on the fourth one. I’ve already hit a brick wall.’

’Every touch from this body triggers his instinctive revulsion. Not even the Disguise Pill can hide who I am to him.’

’Making any progress in winning him over is impossible, let alone doing... *that*.’

’Maybe I should just drug him, have his kid, and run?’

Evangeline seriously considered the possibility, but when her gaze swept over his hollow eyes, the thought lost its appeal.

Right now, Lachlan was like a bowstring stretched to its absolute limit. The slightest provocation would cause him to snap, bringing about mutual destruction.

If she really went through with it, Lachlan would probably mutilate himself. Then, not only would she have failed to clean up the original owner’s mess, but the situation would become even more unmanageable. Lachlan would descend into darkness, and she could forget about ever completing her mission.

’I can’t rush this.’

Evangeline let out a soft sigh and pushed the dangerous thought from her mind.

She took a step back and nodded. "Fine, have it your way. Let’s go. You lead the way to find the herbs."

Lachlan didn’t respond, but he didn’t refuse to lead her to the herbs either.

They walked one after the other, maintaining a distance of at least three meters. The message was clear: we’re not familiar with each other, so don’t get close.

Evangeline didn’t try to cozy up to his cold indifference. However, the mountain climate was harsh. Ice clung to her eyelashes, and she could feel her body temperature dropping.

She called out to stop Lachlan. "Wait. There aren’t many herbs on this mountain. Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?"

Lachlan’s ethereal voice drifted back. "There’s a tribal trading assembly on the summit."

At his words, Evangeline blinked but said nothing more. She took a cup of hot water from her spatial storage and wrapped her hands around it.

They crossed two more peaks, finally arriving at the tribal trading assembly at dusk.

On the summit of the snowy mountain, it looked as if the sun itself was sinking into the peak. The gilded afterglow spilled across the landscape, dyeing the vast white snow a brilliant crimson-gold.

"So beautiful," Evangeline murmured, her lips slightly parted. On instinct, she took out her camera. CLICK. She snapped a picture of the gorgeous sunset, then turned the lens toward Lachlan ahead of her.

His form, also bathed in the afterglow, was cast into a stark and lonely silhouette.

A glint in her eye, Evangeline pressed the shutter, capturing a photo of him.

Just then, Lachlan, who was up ahead, spoke flatly. "We’re here."

Evangeline put away her camera and turned to look at the tribal trading assembly.

The sight piqued her interest.

There were many Beastman Tribes on the Beastman Continent, their territories bordering one another, and each tribe had its own unique local products.

The Merfolk Clan, for example, didn’t often come ashore, but they would occasionally participate in tribal trading assemblies. Their main items for trade were salt stones, marine products, pearls, and coral.

The Herbivore Beastman Tribes, on the other hand, mainly traded herbs and wild fruits.

Evangeline walked through the crowd, her cloak drawing the gazes of many Beastmen.

The fur of her cloak was plush, and its hood was trimmed with a circle of snow-white down that shimmered with a pearlescent luster. As she walked, the hem of the cloak billowed in a fluid, beautiful arc.

Lachlan followed behind her, keeping a measured distance.

Evangeline soon spotted the herbs she needed at a goat Beastman’s stall. Letting out a long sigh of relief, she asked, "Elder, this one, this one, and this one... how many Beast Cores for these?"

She had plenty of Beast Cores, and even a good number of Beastman Crystals. She had gotten them all from that pretentious High Priest at the base of Thorncliff. Caden Albright had left in such a hurry that she hadn’t had a chance to give them to him.

The old goat Beastman had a kind look on his face. "Two Beast Cores will be enough," he said.

"Alright." Evangeline’s lips curved into a smile. Just as she was about to hand over the Beast Cores, two of them were tossed onto the stall. A domineering voice suddenly rang out, "I’ll pay for you. Give me that beast skin cloak you’re wearing!"

The old goat Beastman’s nose twitched. His eyes widened as he looked, trembling, at the person behind Evangeline.

Evangeline barely glanced up. Ignoring the comment, she handed over two Beast Cores of her own and picked up the herbs.

"How dare you ignore me?" the spoiled, domineering female voice piped up again from behind.

Evangeline turned around. A female stood before her, her face dotted with a few freckles and topped with a pair of wolf ears. Two burly male Beastmen stood behind her—clearly her mates.

Lachlan, standing in the distance, called out, his elegant brow furrowed. "Did you get the herbs?"

Hearing that ethereal, pleasant voice, Midori’s wolf ears shot up. She turned to look, and her pupils contracted into slits. Her lips trembled as she shrieked, "Lachlan?!"

"Isn’t the Frost-plain Tribe—" She didn’t finish her sentence, but the name "Frost-plain Tribe" landed like a bomb, plunging the bustling trading assembly into an abrupt, dead silence.

Someone in the crowd shrieked, "The plague! He carries the plague!"

The cry jolted the crowd to its senses. A moment later, a shower of stones rained down on Lachlan.

A sharp piece of flint grazed Lachlan’s temple, instantly opening a startling, bloody gash.

The Beastmen surrounded him, and a torrent of spit and curses rained down on him.

"Go back! Your Frost-plain Tribe is cursed! It’s a land abandoned by the Beast God!"

"Get lost! You should all just die! Don’t infect us—"

"Burn him! Burn the Beastmen from the Frost-plain Tribe! We can’t let the plague spread to us!"

"..."

In the crowd, Beastman cubs had their eyes covered by their mothers, as if a single glance at Lachlan could infect them with the plague.

Lachlan didn’t raise a hand to shield himself, letting the stones strike him.

The flash of Evangeline’s whip split the crowd like lightning, the sharp CRACK of its tip carrying a bone-deep chill.

Before the Beastmen could react, the very stones they had thrown at Lachlan were sent flying back at them, carried by a vicious wind.

"Agh—"

Midori staggered backward, clutching the spot on her forehead where a piece of flint had struck her. Fresh blood seeped from between her fingers.

She stared at Evangeline in disbelief. "You’re a Witch? Why would a Witch help *him*?!"

Evangeline ignored Midori. She walked over the scattered stones to stand before Lachlan, then used the handle of her whip to lift his chin. Looking at the bloody gash on his temple, she let out a disdainful "tsk." "Are you an idiot? Don’t you know how to dodge?"