The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 115: Irresistible

Alza shook his arm.

He walked to the bed in a few steps, climbed onto it, his movements carrying a sense of frustration.

The mattress sank under his weight, making a soft sound.

He turned over, burying his face in the pillow, closing his eyes tightly, trying to rescue himself from this tangled mess of emotions through sleep.

Once he recovers, what are these males?

He sneered inwardly.

Once he truly awakens his bloodline and restores all his power.

These males who flaunt themselves in front of him will all become insignificant.

Their status, their affection, their children...

Are nothing but fleeting moments.

So what if they have children?

Many Beast Husbands were once cherished, held dearly, treated as precious treasures.

Yet once the Female Master changes her mind or a new favorite appears, they are immediately discarded like old shoes.

Leaving with their children, not daring to even glance back.

Such a fate is not what he desires.

Being able to have children is not a skill,

He turned over, found a more comfortable position, his breathing gradually steadying.

Who can’t have children?

That’s instinct, a natural behavior driven by bloodline.

But so what?

Once born, the child ultimately belongs to the Female Master, what does it have to do with him?

Being able to capture the Female Master’s heart is the true skill.

He kept his eyes closed, Caleb Shaw’s always calm and collected face appearing in his mind.

People like him perhaps truly understand how to manage relationships.

Not through screaming, nor through feigned pity.

But by using means, wisdom, and a bit of patience to firmly grip the other person’s heart.

But the next day, Heath Langdon noticed that the window left open for him every day was closed.

The morning sunlight shimmered on the glass, casting a light golden halo.

But the window he had flown through countless times with ease was now tightly shut.

Heath Langdon hovered outside the window, his wings trembling slightly.

He panicked, suddenly rushing to it, using all his strength to hit the glass. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His spiritual power uncontrollably overflowed, accompanied by a gust of wind, fiercely slamming against the window sill.

Especially seeing Caleb Shaw and Selene Kane standing together.

The two were chatting and laughing, Selene Kane smiling particularly joyfully.

That scene was like a knife, piercing deeply into Heath Langdon’s heart.

He was so angry his whole body shook, wings flapping wildly.

Spiritual power mixed with wind pounded the window frame with a thud.

Yet the people inside remained unresponsive, still engrossed in their conversation.

Caleb Shaw heard the noise, frowned slightly, turned around, walked over, and gently pushed the window, which opened in response.

The fresh breeze rushed in, carrying the morning’s chill.

"Who told you to open it? Who told you to open it?!"

Little Butterfly rushed in sharply.

It spun in the air, flying a circle around Caleb Shaw.

"Ah, ah, ah! It’s the female who decides whether the window should be opened! What right does a male like you have to touch it!"

This window was a shared understanding between it and Selene Kane.

But now, Caleb Shaw had taken it upon himself to open it.

This was not just overstepping boundaries, but also a challenge to its status!

"Female! Female! Female! He bullied me! He’s jealous! Throw him out!"

Little Butterfly flew around Selene Kane, its voice carrying a sobbing tone.

Its wings trembled slightly, its spiritual power pulse extremely unstable.

Selene Kane was in a good mood.

Just now Caleb Shaw had transferred all the private property and command rights to her.

All accounts, resources, decision powers now rightfully belonged to her.

From now on she needn’t worry about pleasing anyone or being hindered.

"Someone opened the window for you kindly, and you throw a tantrum."

She smiled and shook her head, her tone carrying a bit of indulgent helplessness, lightly poking Butterfly’s wing.

Sunlight fell on her face, making her features appear gentle.

Little Butterfly didn’t speak, just kept flapping its wings.

It turned its head away, unwilling to look at Caleb Shaw or Selene Kane.

It glared fiercely at Caleb Shaw, its eyes full of resentment.

Immediately, it circled him slowly, trying to squeeze in past him to the inside.

But Caleb Shaw’s gaze turned cold, his fingers pinching together, gently catching its wing.

Butterfly struggled slightly but couldn’t budge.

Its spiritual power was ineffective in front of Caleb Shaw, like a clay ox entering the sea.

"Heath, today’s the Female Master’s turn with me."

Caleb Shaw spoke softly, his voice calm.

He pinched Butterfly’s wing, slowly guiding it to the window, letting it go gently.

"Tomorrow, it will be your turn."

Caleb Shaw was actually on good terms with Heath Langdon.

Though they had different stances, privately they had some rapport.

They had never really torn apart their relationship.

This moment, he pursed his lips, frowning slightly.

He spoke softly, "I’m sorry, during the Female Master’s pregnancy, the child’s father can always be by her side."

He grabbed Heath Langdon’s wing, his five fingers tightly gripping the base of those long and powerful feathers, then suddenly exerted force.

With a "whish," Heath Langdon was flung high, thrown straight out of the half-open window.

His robe was tossed by the wind.

The startled cry had barely escaped before he fell onto the grass outside.

Caleb Shaw stood at the window, his expression severe.

He didn’t spare it another look, raised his hand, "snap," and closed the window tightly.

Heath Langdon lay on the ground, quickly rolling over to get up, stumbling a few steps to the window, his hands pressing against the glass.

His eyes widened, pupils filled with disbelief.

His lips opened and closed, curses flowing outside one after another.

But the glass muffled much of the sound, leaving only blurred vibrations.

Inside, Caleb Shaw stood where he was, his back to the window, his silhouette upright.

Time passed by second after second.

Heath Langdon’s voice gradually became hoarse, his previous loud rebuke turning into a dry raspy growl.

His strength seemed to be completely drained, finally unable to support himself, his knees buckling, kneeling at the cold window sill.

Only then did Caleb Shaw slowly turn and walk towards the window with a blank expression.

He raised his hand, his fingertips touched the drawstring of the curtain, gently pulling it.

"Swoosh—" The heavy velvet curtain closed in response, blocking the last beam of light.

At that moment, it was like adding one last cut.

Heath Langdon shuddered all over.

The feeling of being utterly ignored, with hopes dashed, shattered the last of his stubbornness and obsession.

The room returned to silence.

Caleb Shaw was still in a good mood.

He walked back to the bed, his steps light.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp fell upon Selene Kane’s peaceful sleeping face.

He lowered his head, gently kissed her smooth forehead.

His breath brushed against her skin, carrying a hint of warm affection.

"Female Master," he said softly, "I’ve done many wrong things before, hurt you, and destroyed the trust between us. Now... I want to treat you well, to make up for everything in the past. Could you... give me another chance?"

His face naturally carried a captivating power.

Well-defined features, deep-set eyes.

Even just standing still was enough to stir many females’ hearts.

This deeply affectionate appearance was enough to break through most people’s psychological defenses.

Actually, from the beginning Selene Kane couldn’t resist his face.