She calmly calculated in her heart.
Then she sank her consciousness into the storage space within her body.
She reached out and pulled out a small amount of clear, bright Spiritual Spring Water and applied it to the abrasion on her left arm.
As soon as the water touched her skin, the originally hideous crack quietly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly shifted her attention to the person in front of her.
Isaac Vaughn lay quietly directly across from her.
Her fingers carefully glided along his skin, and finally, to the left of his waist, she found a split wound.
She gently probed with her fingertips and steadily dripped a drop of Spiritual Spring Water above the wound.
After a few seconds, she tentatively touched it again.
The wound, which had once exposed flesh, had amazingly completely smoothed out!
A surge of joy filled her heart.
This Spiritual Spring Water was extremely difficult to acquire and could only be used to treat the most serious injuries, never to be squandered carelessly.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered Isaac Vaughn’s scarred tail.
The scales that had been forcibly removed had left old scars, deep enough to see bone.
She hesitated for a second before gritting her teeth and slowly reaching into his loose beast skin skirt at the waist.
Just as her fingertips touched his skin, Isaac Vaughn’s thigh muscles suddenly tensed for a moment.
She froze in place, not daring to breathe.
After a few breaths, seeing that his breathing remained steady, she dared to slowly move her fingers again, cautiously feeling her way over.
Finally, her fingertips touched a rough protrusion.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and she dripped another drop of Spiritual Spring Water.
The droplet gently fell on the scar and was instantly absorbed.
She patiently waited a few breaths, then softly touched it again.
It had truly disappeared!
She quickly lifted her eyes and glanced at Isaac Vaughn.
He still had his eyes closed, his breathing even and long, showing no signs of waking up.
She withdrew her fingers as stealthily as a thief.
Turning around, she faced away from Isaac Vaughn, her gaze falling on the quietly lying male behind her.
Wyatt Yardley lay on his back, his chest rising and falling slightly.
She remembered that deep, long wound on his chest.
Although the blood had long stopped and the wound had scabbed over, the scar left behind was terribly hideous.
A thought crossed her mind, and she took a bit of Spiritual Spring Water from her personal space, then gently applied it to that scar.
In just a few seconds, that ugly dark brown scar began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Eventually, the entire scar completely disappeared.
She was stunned for a moment, then thought of the old wounds on his back.
These were marks left by a whip, crisscrossing with varying depths.
He had never seen his own back, and perhaps he did not want to recall the past.
She reached out, carefully moved behind him, and applied the Spiritual Spring Water bit by bit.
As the Spiritual Spring Water seeped into his skin, those scars began to fade, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
These scars were their reason for hating her.
Now that the scars were gone, could that hatred fade a bit as well?
When the contract is completely lifted, will they stop seeing her as an enemy?
She again probed into the space, checking the reserve of Spiritual Spring Water.
The amount was indeed much less than before.
Every drop was precious, and every use came at a cost.
But she did not hesitate; since she used it, it was worth it.
Just as her breathing became long and her mind gradually relaxed, Isaac Vaughn and Wyatt Yardley opened their eyes.
Isaac Vaughn’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Even without opening his eyes, he knew there was a gentle warmth near his waist.
In fact, he had awakened long ago.
The moment she approached, he had sensed her presence.
But he did not move.
He was wondering, what exactly did she want?
But when those soft little hands gently touched the scars on his back, his internal defenses gradually relaxed.
He did not know what method she used that soothed every tear of pain.
Even more unbelievable was that the old scars also gradually disappeared as the droplets slid down.
The pain truly disappeared.
The chronic pain that had tormented him day and night for years quietly healed under her hands.
Isaac Vaughn felt an indescribable pang in his chest.
The scar was supposed to be permanent.
Even Evan Orwell had once said that this kind of wound, once left, could never be healed for a lifetime.
But without asking anything, she silently helped him erase it.
If she wanted to use this to coerce him, to ask any condition, he would agree to them all.
Even if it meant bowing his head and admitting his faults, even if it meant giving up his dignity, even...
Even if it meant giving his life.
He had previously mocked Wyatt Yardley for being foolish, for believing in her without reason.
Now he understood, the fool had always been himself.
Wyatt Yardley was not fully asleep, only resting with his eyes closed.
Seraphina Caldwell’s action might have been subtle, but it did not escape his perception.
When a long-lost warmth and comfort swept through his body, he opened his eyes sharply.
He was certain that what she used was by no means ordinary healing methods.
Behind this must lie an unknown secret.
And this secret, he must uncover himself.
But he also understood that if exposed, she might flee again.
So, he could only protect her in the shadows, and absolutely could not allow any outsider to get close to her.
He was about to reach out and pull her into his arms, but Isaac Vaughn got there first.
Wyatt Yardley’s hand paused in mid-air, a trace of displeasure rising in his heart, but he did not act immediately.
Isaac Vaughn’s body was already in an extremely sensitive state, demon blood in turmoil and emotions unsettled.
He had been suppressing it with great willpower.
And now, with Seraphina Caldwell’s aura so near,
In that instant, his rationality snapped.
He extended an arm, pulling her directly into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her.
In that moment, his whole body tensed, instinctively wanting to pin her down.
But suddenly, his wrist was gripped tightly by someone.
"Isaac Vaughn, don’t touch her."
Isaac Vaughn’s actions halted, and his mind slowly returned to clarity.
He remembered the vow he made in front of Wyatt Yardley.
He could accompany him to sleep, could hold her, but absolutely could not cross the boundary.
Because her safety was more important than his desires.
He swallowed, and in the end, let go, gently cradling her back.
Meanwhile, Seraphina Caldwell’s consciousness was still trapped in that space, completely bewildered.
Completely unaware of what had happened outside.
She stood there motionless, her mind blank.
The little place that was just forty square meters suddenly expanded to almost eighty square meters!
She looked around incredulously, her feet unconsciously taking a few steps forward.
The honey fruit trees were in full bloom overnight, and the branches were quickly filled with red fruit.
The spirit plants that were once budding had now fully blossomed.
The Spiritual Spring inexplicably rose significantly, the water level nearly flowing over the edge.
The quality of the spring water also seemed to have improved, the concentration of Spiritual Energy multiplied severally.
She reached out and plucked a fruit, the taste nearly making her sigh.
But after the joy came deeper confusion.
Why did this space suddenly upgrade?
She pondered repeatedly, trying to find a clue.
But she remembered doing nothing except using a little Spiritual Liquid from the space to heal Wyatt Yardley.