The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 133: Going Home
He now just wants to go home immediately.
Images flashed through his mind from when he was executing the mission.
Enemy encampment, alarm buzzing, ambush, gunfight...
Fortunately, he decisively shot and killed the sniper in the control room, without following the usual process of reporting layer by layer and waiting for approval.
Otherwise, who knows how long it might have dragged on to conclude today.
As soon as the clearing mission ended, Caleb Shaw hardly stopped and immediately boarded the private spaceship docked outside the base.
"Aren’t you leaving?"
Zane’s figure stood alone under a giant ancient tree.
"I saw your child, very beautiful."
He spoke softly, his tone calm.
"I’m not going back."
Caleb Shaw gazed at the pitch-black starry sky ahead.
"You should go accompany the Female Master."
He knew what Zane was talking about and also understood what the other had done.
Without Zane secretly covering, he wouldn’t have been able to so smoothly reach the space station where the ward was located.
But in the end, he didn’t say a single word.
He merely pressed the jump button on the control panel, and the spaceship suddenly accelerated, tearing through space.
After several consecutive space jumps, it vanished into the depths of the star sea in the blink of an eye.
Zane gently opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a crystal-clear orb.
It was his life core, the Jue Pearl, nestled in his body since birth.
Ever since establishing a spiritual connection with Selene Kane, his Jue Pearl gradually took on a faint pink hue from its original deep blue.
That color had once been the proof he cherished the most.
But now, the orb quietly floated in his palm, its glow dimmed, the color slowly fading away.
Could it be... has the Female Master already forgotten him?
He stared dazedly at that Jue Pearl, his chest tight with breathlessness.
A male without children indeed gets easily forgotten by a partner.
It’s the rule of the race, and he was already mentally prepared for it.
Yet...
No matter how much he anticipated it, when that day truly arrives, it still comes too suddenly, catching him off guard.
He lowered his hat, covering half of his face.
The brim pressed deeply, almost concealing his brow.
Cold wind brushed past his ear, stirring a few strands of hair, but he remained motionless.
In the barracks, he always spoke little and didn’t like dealing with people.
Even amidst the noise and chatter, he merely leaned against the wall or sat in a corner, silent.
Anyone who provokes him gets no mercy, with just a lift of his eyes and the aura changes sharply.
When needed, he fights without ambiguity, striking swiftly and resolutely without leaving any room.
The Mermaid race is too rare.
As rare as mythical creatures, existing only in ancient texts and forbidden records.
Even though he has been living with Caleb Shaw for several months.
He followed a daily routine of waking, training, and completing missions, his actions reserved and understated, yet people still secretly despise him, whispering behind his back that he got into the barracks through the Female Master’s protection.
They feel his identity is unbefitting.
How can an Outlander who hasn’t shown a complete combat form stand beside the heir of the Shaw Family?
Why should he reside in the core camp?
What he wants most right now is to quickly make a significant achievement.
Not a minor merit, but one significant enough to shock the entire army.
He aims to use blood and strength to stand firm before everyone.
Stand before the Female Master with his own ability, openly, without hiding.
He no longer wants to be pointed at or whispered about.
As night falls, the sun sinks into the mountains.
Caleb Shaw returned home.
The villa is situated on the mountainside, surrounded by high walls and iron gates.
There are patrols and spiritual power monitoring nets around the perimeter.
Yet, as he steps through the front door, the entire villa is already brightly lit.
Warm yellow light pours through the curtains, casting a cozy glow onto the yard.
Laughter mingled with soft music emerges from the living room.
Standing before the hallway, he slightly raises his head to look at the glass door emitting warm light, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
But standing at the doorstep, his movement halts.
His steps pause, his breath slightly tenses, and his fingers silently clutch the corner of his coat.
He knows there’s laughter, dining scents, familiar atmospheres in the room.
Yet he still hesitates, not daring to intrude abruptly into that intimate world.
Inside, there’s chatter and laughter, warm and close.
Selene Kane’s voice is clear and pleasant, occasionally accompanied by Heath Langdon’s low response and Alza’s slightly teasing jest.
A family drama plays on the TV, with a gentle background sound.
The kitchen wafts smells of frying and stir-frying, dishes are laid out on the table.
And he stands outside the door, like an outsider, stealthily listening, smelling that long-lost warmth.
That is something he once thought he could never possess in his life.
Alza approaches from behind, with light steps, carrying a bowl of steaming warm goat milk soup.
He made it especially for Selene Kane, simmering for a full two hours.
Neither too thin nor too thick, smooth and slightly sweet upon entry.
"She’s had a poor appetite lately," he murmurs, "drinking this is better than forcing meat."
The doctor advised a light diet.
Especially in the late pregnancy, greasy foods can cause discomfort.
After much thought, only dessert seems suitable.
Most at home are carnivorous beasts, with scarcely any vegetables.
Vegetables in the fridge get changed every three days, often wilting before being eaten.
Yet Heath Langdon can drink dew to quench thirst.
His true form is a beastman evolved from vine plants, whose roots can directly absorb moisture from the air.
Occasionally chewing on a few leaves also fills him up.
But the Female Master doesn’t eat these.
She needs protein, needs nourishing food, ensures each meal is balanced in nutrients.
Alza knows that caring for the Female Master requires more than instinct, it demands attentiveness.
Caleb Shaw reaches out to take the tray.
"I’ll take it in."
He speaks calmly, his voice deep yet firm, brooking no refusal.
Alza pauses momentarily, reflexively gripping the edge of the bowl.
This bowl of soup he personally brewed, from selecting ingredients to controlling the heat, every step done without help.
He just wishes Selene Kane in her toughest times remembers the past.
That’s his lifetime’s tenderest yet warmest memory.
But with Caleb Shaw’s words, he can’t insist on blocking.
This is the Shaw family’s domain, he is a guest, not the host.
He smiles, the smile not reaching his eyes, yet his tone remains light and indifferent.
"Sir’s so considerate, surely the Female Master will be very happy."
Caleb Shaw glances at him lightly, showing no expression.
He says nothing, nor counters, merely embraces the tray and turns toward the living room.
Previously, there were few people at home, only some close guards and a housekeeper, quiet enough to hear footsteps.
Back then, thoughts involved little beyond issuing commands and executing them.
But now the ones the Female Master brought save a lot of little thoughts amongst them.
Alza’s mind, Heath Langdon’s thoughtfulness, even the kitchen aunt privately inquires about the Female Master’s favorite food.
Human complexity increased.
The home also began to no longer be as simple as before.
Before entering, he dispersed spiritual power for a brief check.
A circle of weak ripples expanded from his mind.
Besides Selene Kane, everyone else immediately sensed his presence. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Heath Langdon pauses in his pillow-holding, Alza turns to look at the door.
Even the maid washing dishes in the kitchen pauses her movements.
Heath Langdon is gently propping a cushion for Selene Kane, making adjustments with care, fearing to cause her pain.
While adjusting the angle, he softly says, "Shaw’s here."
