But precisely because of this, he knows more clearly what she has endured.
He gazed at Seraphina's slightly trembling eyelashes, regret filling his eyes.
"Seraphina, you shouldn't have to bear those burdens. We failed to protect you."
He paused, lowering his voice, a hint of caution, even a touch of humility in his tone.
"Could you... give me one more chance? Just one is enough. Let me take care of you, protect you from danger. If you don't believe me, I swear by The Beast God—"
He isn't afraid to swear, only afraid she won't accept him.
"No need."
Seraphina suddenly lifted her head, her finger gently pressing against his lips, interrupting his words.
The tips stained with the lingering warmth from her estrus period.
As her finger grazed his lips, Wyatt's breath caught, his entire body stiffening.
"I can... temporarily not break the contract with you all."
She hadn't planned to say it aloud.
But looking at those bloodshot eyes and tense jawline...
