The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 128: Not Here

Heath Langdon looked at Selene Kane, who was smiling happily, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

His throat moved, but the words he was about to say retreated.

He stared down at his own fingers, which were trembling slightly at the tips.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said softly, "Female Master, I want to go back to the studio..."

Selene Kane raised an eyebrow at him, her brows slightly arched, her gaze clear.

Heath’s heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had gripped it, causing it to contract suddenly.

He instinctively held his breath, even his fingertips curled up involuntarily.

Was it over? Did he upset her?

This thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and his heart sank.

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have said anything.

Maybe she would think he was dissatisfied with their current life, maybe she would think he wasn’t loyal enough to her...

But that studio...

It was once my only solace.

It’s not that I absolutely have to go, it’s just that recently, her mood has been so good.

She’s been so gentle with him, almost to the point of spoiling, even when he suddenly wakes up at night, gasping.

These days have been too peaceful, so peaceful it creates an illusion.

Maybe she really would agree.

Before regret could show on his face, Selene nodded, "Sure."

"You had your own space before. Is marrying me making you feel wronged?"

She tilted her head, her tone gentle, yet there was a seriousness within.

Heath’s eyes turned red, and his eyes heated up instantly.

He hurriedly waved his hand, his voice trembling slightly, "How can you say that? To marry the Female Master is a blessing I’ve accumulated over several lifetimes."

"It’s just..."

He paused, fingers subconsciously stroking the old scar on his wrist, his voice lowering.

"Recently, a few old friends want to chat. We used to meet at the studio, paint together, discuss compositions, pull all-nighters rushing to meet deadlines... Although those days were hard, they were particularly fulfilling."

He glanced up at her quickly, then lowered his gaze again.

"If you’re not happy about it, I won’t go. After all... you need to rest peacefully now, and I shouldn’t have brought it up."

"Look at you, so nervous."

Selene chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch his cheek.

She gestured at her belly, which was already high and round.

"I want to go with you too, but this little one can’t wait to come out, kicking me all day long, afraid I’ll forget his existence."

Upon hearing this, Heath’s heart settled down, as if a stone that had been hanging in the air all day finally landed.

He let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing, a genuine smile appearing on his face.

"Thank you, Female Master."

He used to be obsessed with creating in the studio, obsessed to the point of near madness.

During those days, the paintbrush was his only language, the paint his emotional outlet.

Even when his fingers were broken, nails cracked and bleeding, he still clutched the brush tightly, refusing to let go.

Whenever he thought of it, he couldn’t help but tremble, his fingertips quivering, his spine cold.

He didn’t want her to see his weakness.

Especially at a time when she was about to give birth.

"It’s all in the past."

"The current Female Master is not the same as before."

Caleb Shaw stood up, his movements swift and decisive, his gaze firm.

He gently picked Selene up, his movements gentle.

Selene gave a soft "ah" and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks slightly red.

"Female Master, it’s time to rest."

Caleb said in a low voice.

Selene looked up at the sky, the moonlight outside like water.

She also yawned, weariness appearing at the corners of her eyes.

"It is time to sleep, everyone should get some rest early."

Tomorrow, I’m having the baby. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Though she appeared calm, her fingertips slightly tightened on Caleb’s shoulder, betraying a hint of tension.

Caleb seemed to sense it, keeping vigil by the bed all night without closing his eyes.

He sat straight on the low stool beside the bed, his gaze constantly on her, unwavering.

Occasionally, the night breeze outside lifted the curtain, bringing a hint of coolness, but he remained motionless.

His spirit stayed vibrant, his back straight, maintaining this posture all night long.

He quietly watched her sleeping face.

Her features appeared especially gentle under the moonlight.

His heart was at ease, as if he had finally grasped something he had been pursuing, unwilling to let go again.

This was his woman, his wife, and the mother of his child.

She was nurturing new life for him, her body carrying the fruit of their love.

This sacrifice filled him with respect.

"Soon, we’ll meet our child."

He imagined the tiny life, with her features, perhaps a bit of his resemblance too.

Selene originally thought she would be too nervous to sleep.

After all, this was her first childbirth, and the unknown made her both expectant and fearful.

She turned over and over, contemplating the various scenarios that might occur, her heart racing, palms slightly sweaty.

But unexpectedly, as soon as her head hit the pillow, her exhausted body felt instantly drained, her consciousness quickly sinking into darkness.

As a result, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleeping soundly until morning.

She slept so sweetly, she didn’t even dream.

When she woke up, the bed was wet beneath her, leaving her slightly confused, her mind feeling stuffed with cotton.

She blinked, her eyelids still heavy, her thoughts muddled, thinking the person beside her was Zane.

"Zane, stop it..."

She mumbled, her tone carrying a touch of chiding annoyance and drowsiness.

She turned over, wanting to continue sleeping, but reality abruptly pulled her back.

"Female Master, wake up!"

Heath Langdon gently shook her, worry filling his voice.

He had been keeping vigil by her bedside, closely monitoring her condition.

Now that her water had broken, signaling labor, he was both nervous and cautious, afraid of startling her.

Selene opened her eyes, finding several doctors gathered around her.

They wore pristine white medical clothes, holding diagnostic instruments, their expressions solemn and focused.

The room lights were turned on bright, the air faintly scented with disinfectant.

"What happened? What’s going on?"

She propped herself up, her voice still hoarse from sleep, her gaze sweeping across their faces, a hint of unease rising within her.

That’s when she realized that her water had broken, and she...

Was she about to give birth?

She looked down at the wet mark beneath her, her mind buzzing, her heart rate suddenly increasing.

It wasn’t Zane messing around; it was her body preparing to welcome new life.

She abruptly sat up, her hands unconsciously protecting her rounded belly.

System: "See, I told you? Not a bit of pain, isn’t it nice?"

The mechanical voice rang in her mind, carrying a trace of smugness.

It had long promised to block the pain, and indeed, it delivered, letting her almost not feel the contraction’s pain.

Selene: ...

This state of complete lack of pain indeed made her feel much more at ease.

But it also gave her an inexplicable sense of dissonance.

She furrowed her brows, mumbling to herself.

But it can’t be completely without feeling. If I gave birth in my sleep, wouldn’t they treat me as a research anomaly? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

She immediately adjusted her expression, feigning a weak and pained appearance.

"It hurts... Where’s Caleb? Where is he?"

Heath’s eyes dimmed, tenderly kissing her palm.