The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 118: I Want to Treat You Well

They’ve grown up, no longer just puppets for others to manipulate.

He wanted to see her, because he was willing himself.

He wanted to stay by her side, because he started to believe that she was truly changing.

"Brother, I’m really fine."

He softly reassured, his voice gentle.

"Don’t worry."

Evan Sinclair opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but swallowed the words back, and his tone suddenly became stuttering, with a hint of unease.

"I didn’t mean that, I just... I’m just... afraid you’ll be deceived, she’ll play you, and by then it’ll be too late to cry..."

"You’re afraid of the dark, right?"

Ethan Sinclair suddenly looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Evan’s face immediately flushed, his earlobes quickly turning red.

He instinctively wanted to argue, but was suddenly startled when he opened his mouth.

Looking up, he saw Selene Kane standing at the door, holding the door frame, smiling slightly at him.

She wore a loose, moon-white long dress, her figure slightly pronounced.

At that moment, Evan’s throat tightened, his heart skipped a beat, and all the words got stuck in his throat.

"How did you get in?"

Selene shrugged, looking unconcerned.

"The door wasn’t closed, so I came in."

Her tone was light.

Evan clutched his collar tightly, his knuckles white from the force.

"I’m telling you, don’t do anything rash!"

"We will not agree to this!"

He emphatically added.

Yet his body was so tense, his shoulders raised high, his back straight and stiff like a board.

His forehead was faintly covered in a fine sheen of sweat, shimmering under the light, resembling a tragic male lead holding onto his chastity.

Yet, he was a towering figure of one meter ninety, standing there like a giant tower.

Full of resolve yet exuding a clumsy shyness, the contrast was enough to make one want to laugh.

These two kids really need to attend some physiology classes.

She looked at them, sighing silently in her heart, with a slight frown.

Later, she must have Heath Langdon teach them; he’s good with service, meticulous, patient, and always available—perfect for this job.

What’s crucial is his upright attitude, free of bias, able to explain the most awkward knowledge in a bland and straightforward manner.

She initially thought they were resistant, stemming from an instinctual aversion or psychological rejection.

Thinking it over, she realized it wasn’t that they were unwilling; they simply had no idea what to do.

They were like blank slates, lacking even the most basic knowledge.

They could only rely on instinct and fragmented information to piece together their response.

Compared to Evan’s defensive, as-if-facing-an-enemy demeanor, Ethan was much more obedient.

He stood quietly behind Selene.

His fingers twiddled unconsciously, knuckles slightly white, clearly, his heart wasn’t at peace.

Yet his eyes remained glued to her, focus nearly reverent.

"Female Master, I am willing."

Evan almost missed it, staring at him in shock.

"Ethan? Do you even know what you’re saying?"

His voice was full of disbelief.

Ethan dared not look at his brother, his earlobes quickly turning red, his head hanging even lower.

He tried to hide behind Selene, using her figure as a shield.

But he was tall and long-legged; hiding only made him more noticeable, his shoulders awkwardly stuck in the corner.

He appeared restrained and uneasy.

"We are the Beast Husband of the Female Master, we cannot refuse you..."

His tail tightly wound around his calf, loop after loop.

Almost tying himself into a knot, it was an instinctive reaction when extremely nervous.

His head hung low, almost buried into his chest, his breathing soft to the point of being nearly inaudible.

Hearing this, Selene’s mood was lifted, a gentle smile blossoming across her face.

She stood on tiptoe, reaching out to gently ruffle his hair.

"Good boy, I haven’t doted on you in vain."

Evan’s heart was a mess of emotions, like a spilled condiment jar.

On one side, he felt his brother had "betrayed," turning against their unspoken agreement of "never compromising easily."

On the other... he quietly envied her ability to touch someone so gently.

He suddenly felt a chill, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

What am I thinking?

I’m not a dog, why do I long for a head pat?

The thought was so shameful it made him want to hide in a crack in the wall.

No, I mustn’t be fooled by her!

This is psychological warfare, a gentle trap, a sugar-coated cannonball!

Actually, Selene only came because she noticed that Ethan’s gaze was changing.

Those eyes finally had a light in them.

She was very curious, her heart itching like it was being scratched by a little cat.

Always wanting to see what was going on.

Thus, she came over with brisk steps.

Ethan’s every move satisfied her greatly.

He didn’t complain, didn’t shirk, didn’t even ask an extra question.

Obedient children are the ones who deserve candy.

This was a principle she had known since childhood and one she always adhered to.

So without a word, she decisively turned around to help Ethan move that heavy suitcase.

She bent over, her hands firmly holding the corner of the case, bit her lip, lifted it forcefully, and dragged it from the door to the bed.

Then she personally started making the bed.

She even stood on her tiptoes, tucking the corners of the quilt carefully under the mattress.

Ethan stood beside her, not knowing where to put his hands, awkwardly clasped them in front of him.

He quietly watched her small figure bustling around his bed.

Her running around looked just like a fluffy little rabbit.

The soft tips of her hair swayed gently with her movement.

This scene was so cute it made his heart race out of rhythm.

His throat tightened, and his earlobes secretly turned red.

Suddenly, he felt a heat in his nose, a hot surge rushing upwards.

He was startled, almost about to have a nosebleed!

He quickly tilted his head back, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying hard to calm himself down.

Selene clapped her hands, satisfied as she looked around.

"All right, you can sleep now."

With that, she casually picked up a throw pillow, her toes pointed to the ground, and lightly leapt onto the bed.

With a "poof," she landed squarely on the bed.

The mattress sank slightly, then quickly rebounded, swaying twice, holding her steadily.

Happiness comes so simply.

Not requiring delicacies nor riches.

Just a clean bed and someone who cares for you is enough.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved to the bed.

He sat down very gently.

"Female Master, these things... I should have done them. You just need to say the word."

His tone held a trace of guilt, a hint of self-reproach.

At home, elders repeatedly taught him.

Household chores are basic skills for males.

Sweeping, laundry, cooking, tidying the room, not one of these can be done sloppily.

If even these can’t be done, how can one be a qualified Beast Husband?

How can one allow the Female Master to hide behind when storms come?

Thinking of these, his heart tightened.

He sneakily glanced at her.

Does she think I am too incompetent?

Selene immediately saw through his nervous, anxious look.

Those eyes looked like a little dog drenched in rain.

How could she miss the chance to tease him?

She deliberately tilted her head, her mouth curling into a mischievous smile.

"You are someone I trust."

"Since you’ve become my Beast Husband, of course, I must treat you well."