The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 123: Without a Word

Being able to speak in front of the Empress, her recommendation is extremely rare.

But precisely because it is rare, she cannot make a single mistake.

She didn’t have anything flashy; the Empress is experienced and knowledgeable. Ordinary gifts wouldn’t catch her eye, so she must take a unique approach.

Selene bit her lower lip, her mind racing.

The Empress likes things that are novel, unique, and evocative. Ordinary jewelry and tributes have long since bored her.

She must present a gift that would be memorable.

What she needed was not something expensive, but something stunning.

The moment she saw the Empress, she felt that this necklace matched her perfectly.

What woman doesn’t love beauty?

The females here are no exception.

The memory of that first meeting is still vivid.

The Empress stood atop a high platform, her golden hair cascading like a waterfall.

But at that moment, Selene’s gaze was drawn to the emptiness around her neck.

There should have been a luxurious necklace there, but instead, there was nothing.

In that instant, a spark of inspiration struck her.

A uniquely designed necklace made of rare materials might be the perfect medium to bridge the distance.

Flattery never goes wrong, and giving jewelry is always the safest choice.

This was a concept she understood from living in modern society.

No matter how high and mighty a noble may be, they cannot resist a well-placed compliment.

And jewelry happens to be the intersection of beauty and power.

Heath stood there, a bit dazed, his throat gently moving as he stared at her with moist eyes, wanting to speak but holding back.

His whole demeanor carried an indescribable awkwardness.

His shoulders slightly hunched, his arms hung by his sides, fingers slightly curled.

"What’s wrong? Is something the matter?"

Selene sensed something amiss, frowning slightly.

She didn’t want to appear impatient, but time was truly running out.

"Is it... too rushed?"

He finally spoke, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

That phrase "too rushed" sounded more like an excuse, which he himself knew.

What he really wanted to say was something else.

Indeed, these tasks require patience; no matter how quick, they can’t be rushed.

Selene instinctively nodded, her tone softening slightly.

"Yes, I know it’s unrealistic. But Lady Lynn said the Empress is summoning me tonight, I can’t go empty-handed, can I?"

She sighed helplessly, raising a hand to rub her temples.

Heath shook his head lightly, "It’s not that."

He looked up, his eyes complicated.

That humble restraint, the hesitation to speak, inexplicably tugged at one’s heart.

He wasn’t truly weak; he had simply grown accustomed to hiding his emotions deep within.

Selene walked up to him, hands behind her back, bending slightly, her light-colored eyes gazing directly at him.

"You seem off today. Is there something you want to say to me?"

She bent down, bringing her gaze level with his, her expression serious.

She knew Heath was not someone who lost his composure without reason.

If he was acting so out of character, there must be a reason.

Alza, sensing the tense atmosphere, immediately smartly jumped off the stool and scampered away.

Its ears twitched slightly, tail hung low, its paws making almost no noise on the ground.

It’s not that it was inconsiderate, but rather too considerate.

At a time like this, staying would only make the air heavier.

Even if she was slow to catch on, Selene understood that it was deliberately giving them space.

But she was truly exhausted.

She straightened up, her shoulders slightly drooping, a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

Several days of late nights, repeatedly revising designs, and running around for materials had drained her energy. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to listen, but she was afraid that if she stopped, she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up.

"Heath, I’m a bit busy right now, can we talk another day?"

She tried to keep her tone gentle, even with a hint of coaxing.

Looking at his face, a sudden pang of guilt surged in her heart.

Heath froze entirely, his expression instantly shattered.

His pupils contracted slightly, his lips twitched, fingers clenching and unclenching.

The embarrassment was because he finally confirmed that she didn’t really care.

But there was also relief because he no longer had to force himself to say things that might trouble her.

"I... I’m sorry."

He lowered his head, unable to face her anymore.

He wanted to apologize for having lost control of his emotions once again.

The collapse wasn’t intense but slow and silent.

Gathering the courage to hope she would stay a little longer only ended up annoying her.

What he originally wanted to say was, "Could you stay with me a little longer?"

He even wanted to ask, "Have you noticed that I’ve been waiting for you these past days?"

But in the end, all those words got stuck in his throat, turning into a flimsy "I’m sorry."

No worries, he had long gotten used to it.

A dull male like him shouldn’t expect to be noticed by the Female Master.

That faint smile was light, yet heartbreaking.

It’s okay, you get used to it.

In the end, you get used to it, don’t you?

That sentence seemed to be for her, but more so for himself.

Repeating it over and over, convincing himself until the piercing pain was finally replaced by numbness.

Selene sighed and looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

She slowly turned around, walking away step by step, her back revealing a hint of loneliness.

Since that day, Heath seemed to deliberately avoid her, doing everything possible not to meet with her.

He staggered his meal times at the cafeteria, took detours at the training grounds, and even found excuses to skip meetings.

Their once relatively familiar relationship suddenly became distant and cold.

And Caleb, surprisingly, took a long leave.

That person, who never wanted to leave the military for even a step, actually took the initiative to submit a leave application to the higher-ups.

The news shocked the entire command department’s upper management.

The officers around the conference table exchanged glances, none of them able to believe their ears.

When he smiled, his brows relaxed, like ice rivers gradually thawing, the chill fading away.

Though he still didn’t smile often.

But that cold, distant aura that kept everyone at bay had completely disappeared.

"That’s right, I’ve become a father."

Faced with inquiries from his subordinates, it was the first time he didn’t put on a stern face but rather nodded gently.

The news spread quickly.

In less than half a day, the kitchen staff, the guards, and the reconnaissance squads all knew.

The commander, who was so stern it was scary, who often reprimanded others until they couldn’t lift their heads, had a child!

And it was he himself who admitted it!

Many single soldiers, feeling envious, squatted by the training ground, gnawing on hardtack, muttering as they chewed.

"Why? I’ve been here for five years and still don’t have a partner. Yet he became a dad quietly."

A Beastman from the Wolf Clan hugged a handkerchief, sobbing.

He had been reprimanded by Caleb for years, scolded harshly every time he was on a mission.

Didn’t even bother looking for a partner; hadn’t even caught sight of a Female’s shadow.

And with his specific job, he couldn’t go online, not even able to view a photo of a Female.

Now the Commander suddenly had a child, silently gaining an offspring, akin to a lightning strike on a clear day.

Truly envious, he sniffed and wiped his tears, nearly shredding off the handkerchief.

Seeing this, another Beastman immediately walked over and patted his shoulder.