The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 101: Stifled

Kate hurriedly waved her hand, her face still adorned with a bright smile.

"Oh, it’s really no big deal! I said it wasn’t your fault, I couldn’t stand steadily myself. Falling is such a normal thing. Everyone, don’t mind it, let’s not be so serious."

As she spoke, she mischievously winked.

Caleb didn’t expect Selene to apologize so compliantly, feeling both surprised and relieved.

He originally thought she would remain stubborn to the end.

Now, as she lowered her head to admit fault, it left him momentarily speechless, emotions churning within.

He handed the Princess over to the nearby guards for care.

After confirming she was fine, he turned and walked toward Selene.

But as he neared, a powerful spiritual force rushed in, suffocatingly intense.

The force arrived swiftly and dominantly, pinning Zane in place.

His face turned unnaturally pale, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Almost simultaneously, Selene counterattacked.

Caleb was caught off guard, his body swayed, causing him to stumble back half a step, tension pounding in his temple.

He raised a hand to hold his forehead, a bitter smile tugging at his lips, looking at Selene with complex emotions.

Seeing her so unwaveringly protective of others, his heart twisted painfully.

"Selene, I..."

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

He hadn’t intended to challenge her, nor did he wish to embarrass her.

But in front of The Royal Family, as the guard leader.

He had to consider the greater good, preventing any unexpected events.

Even if the unexpected was just the Princess falling on her own.

But Selene simply stared at him coldly.

She held tightly onto Zane’s arm, calmly reassuring him, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Then, she turned her head, her voice almost detachedly calm.

"I know what you want to say. I don’t care how close you are with anyone. We’re leaving now, please step aside, thank you."

This "I don’t care" was cold and sharp, piercing deep into Caleb’s mind.

He stood there, his steps stiff, his gaze vacant.

His eyes were fixed on the arms of Selene and Zane, closely linked.

That arm was fair and slender, gently resting on Selene’s shoulder, intimate and natural.

In Caleb’s eyes, a shadow quickly gathered.

In the depths of his dark pupils, a suppressed flame seemed to ignite.

"Has Heath not been dealt with yet?"

This thought abruptly invaded his mind.

He knew losing control was inappropriate, especially in front of this person.

This Marine Beastman who had suddenly appeared.

He took a deep breath, striving to suppress the turbulent spiritual power within, muscles taut, his Adam’s apple moved up and down before he managed to calm his voice: "I’ll be home early tonight."

Upon hearing this, Selene’s brow furrowed faintly.

Soon after, she retracted the spiritual waves she had quietly released just moments before.

She had intended to use spiritual power to probe Caleb’s emotional limits.

Unexpectedly, it seemed the child sensed the mother’s hostility.

The little life inside became agitated, starting to twist with unease.

Her abdomen tightened as if small hands were gently patting from within.

Her emotions also suddenly became anxious and frustrated.

"Whether you return or not has nothing to do with me."

Her tone was cold, enunciating each word clearly.

"If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now."

Standing beside her, Zane’s eyes suddenly darkened at these words, his expression also turned a few shades colder.

As a Marine Beastman, his activities on land were already severely restricted.

Standing here now, there was already a suffocating frustration, compounded by Selene’s nearly resolute coldness towards Caleb.

He inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction, his lips twisting into a cold smile beyond his control.

He leaned softly towards Selene, fitting closely to her arm, his voice low and colored with deep grievance.

"Female Master, I feel terrible... The air on land is too dry, my scales are tightening..."

Once Selene heard this, her heart wrenched sharply, immediately panicking.

Her biggest fear was him dehydrating on land.

Lacking sufficient moisture, a Marine Beastman’s skin and scales could quickly dry out, potentially life-threatening in severe cases.

She quickly stood on tiptoe, raising her hand to gently touch his forehead.

The touch was slightly cool, with no signs of fever.

"Not feverish..." she muttered, frowning deeper.

She instinctively rubbed her fingers, but they were dry, devoid of any moisture.

At this moment, her heart stuttered.

Damn, he’s really close to drying out.

She hastily lowered her head to inspect the scales on Zane’s arm.

Sure enough, she found that the originally lustrous blue surface had started turning white.

Caleb watched their intimate actions coldly from the sidelines, unable to contain the fury boiling within.

His gaze grew increasingly dark, stepping forward abruptly, his right hand reaching for Zane’s wrist, intending to forcibly pull him away from Selene.

But Zane was already prepared, his left arm raised, wrist flipping to deftly deflect Caleb’s arm.

He smirked, tauntingly, "Marine Beastman, isn’t easily bullied."

Caleb sneered, malevolence blossoming in his eyes.

Who would indulge a guy relying on his status to act high-handed?

He gathered strength in his right leg, raising it swiftly to kick at Zane’s side with formidable force.

But Zane nimbly dodged to the side avoiding the kick.

Zane’s eyes flashed with sharpness, his smile widened boldly, his lips curling further.

"What’s wrong? Terrestrial Beastman, hasn’t your leg injury healed properly?"

Caleb’s face sank deeper, muscles in his temple tensing.

Zane didn’t give him another chance, flashing away to create distance quickly.

But he forgot about his over-one-meter-long tail, which was extremely difficult to control in the narrow stairway.

The tail swept violently, raising a gust, accidentally tangling around Selene’s ankle as she was about to step downstairs.

"Ah—"

Selene was caught off guard, her foot slipped, and her balance was instantly shattered.

She cried out, her body falling backward, tumbling down the stairs.

Though she only fell three or four steps before the platform below stopped her, not tumbling too far.

Her back, arms, and hips hit heavily against the hard edge of the steps.

She curled up on the ground, hands tightly protecting her abdomen, her face pale. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The two males stood frozen, pupils contracted sharply.

It was almost instinctual that Caleb moved first.

Just as he was about to reach out to hold her, Selene fiercely shoved him away.

His hand hovered in the air, his fingertips lingering with the impulse to touch her.

But that soft sleeve was already forcefully brushed aside by her.

She looked at him with disgust, "Don’t touch me."

If he hadn’t suddenly acted, she wouldn’t have fallen.

She recalled Caleb’s abrupt movement when he neared earlier.

Kate stood not far off with a subtle expression, a barely noticeable smile teasing her lips.

Was it all just a coincidence?

After all, when he and Kate’s wedding news spread, he didn’t oppose it.

At that time, Caleb stayed silent in the face of The Royals’ arranged marriage, neither struggling nor arguing, not even voicing a single "unwilling."

And now, with such agitation at this event, was it due to his guilt?

Selene herself couldn’t articulate what was wrong.

Whenever she saw Caleb and Kate together, her heart felt stifled, just wanting to leave quickly.