The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 135: Fine by Me

At least there’s no need to worry about the two males at home fighting every day, hurting feelings and causing conflicts.

This thought seemed absurd and laughable.

Yet somehow, every time she saw Caleb standing silently in the corner, a chill would sweep through her heart.

"He said he wants to stay behind to handle some follow-up matters."

"I see."

Selene responded softly, with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

She looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and Zane’s gentle smile appeared in her mind.

"He’s always wanted to integrate into life on land, even saying he wants to learn new technologies to bring back to the tribe, to improve everyone’s lives."

She had heard Zane say this personally.

That evening, they sat on the rocks by the sea, the sea breeze messing up his hair.

He looked at the rolling waves in the distance.

"I want the tribe to live better, not just relying on fishing and gathering, but also having electricity, clean water, and education."

"But does that planet have seawater? Is there fresh water?"

She knew Zane could now transform his legs and walk freely on land.

But fundamentally, he was still a descendant of an aquatic species, and his physiological structure relied on water to maintain balance.

Being away from water for extended periods would burden his body. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Her voice became softer, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"I really miss him."

The first male who treated her wholeheartedly had always weighed differently in her heart.

Especially since she had just had a child, her emotions were inherently sensitive and fragile.

The changes in hormones made her thoughts even more chaotic.

Now, all the other males at home were around, lively and bustling, but he was the only one absent.

Caleb’s originally restrained aura had been suppressed a lot, no longer overflowing with murderous intent as before, making people feel frightened.

But that sense of pressure that a strong person carried remained.

Even without releasing a bit of spiritual power.

Everyone in the house still felt unable to breathe.

The first to falter was Heath.

He suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing violently, one cough after another, shaking his shoulders.

"Female Master, I’m feeling a bit unwell, I’ll go lie down for a while."

Selene immediately frowned and asked, "Did you not sleep well last night? You look so pale. Don’t push yourself. You should hurry and rest, it’s never too late to come back when you feel better, don’t force yourself."

Heath: ...

He lowered his eyelids and said nothing more, just nodded lightly.

"Okay."

Though tall, his figure was very thin.

His shoulder blades were clearly visible under the thin clothes.

His back looked particularly lonely, crossing the corridor alone, his shadow casting on the wall, stretched long and thin.

Evan Sinclair couldn’t help but mutter.

"The Female Master’s really unkind, isn’t she? Heath’s always been weak and ill, getting tired easily since he was a kid, and lately, he’s been taking care of her almost day and night. Are you trying to make him completely disheartened? What if he really collapses, who will share the burden for you?"

Selene immediately turned back to glare at him.

"One more word of nonsense, and you won’t be allowed to stay here either. This isn’t a place you can casually comment on, mind your words."

"I’m so tired, my mind’s foggy, I need to sleep, no one come to bother me."

She turned over, burying her face in the pillow, her tone irritated.

"Huff... Huff..."

Her breathing gradually steadied, seeming to truly fall asleep.

Evan Sinclair: "..."

He stood there, his lips moved, but ultimately didn’t dare say anything else.

"This female is really impervious."

He knew Selene had always been strong-willed.

But he didn’t expect her to overlook even the most basic care.

Especially at a time like this.

Everyone still wanted to take another look at the baby.

After all, this was the first newborn in years, symbolizing hope and the future.

A few younger attendants even tiptoed, trying to see the little face swaddled in the blankets.

But they were stopped by a glance from Caleb.

"I’ll watch over things here. You all go rest. Tonight’s tasks are done, there are plans for tomorrow, don’t keep wasting time here."

No matter how unwilling they were, everyone could only reluctantly retract their gazes.

They took one look at the swaddle before resigningly retreating.

Caleb was tall, broad-shouldered, and long-legged.

He looked down at the child in his arms, his gaze tender enough it seemed it could drop water.

His eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifting slightly.

The sheets had just been changed, featuring her favorite light scent.

But now she was in a special state.

After the child was born, she found she had no spiritual power left at all.

It was as if she had been completely drained, her inner pool of energy dried up to the bottom.

Even the simplest perception had become blurry and unclear.

She had tried to mobilize a bit of spiritual wave, only to get a fierce headache in return.

If Caleb wanted to connect with her spiritually...

He was totally capable of doing so.

They were of the same bloodline, theoretically able to transmit calming signals through spiritual linkage, easing postpartum mental turbulence.

Pah!

Absolutely not.

She spat in her heart, even with her eyes closed, her nerves were tense.

If she were to cooperate with emotional calm, that wouldn’t do.

Such deep spiritual fusion was too intimate, and too dangerous.

Once the connection was activated, the other party could probe her emotional fluctuations.

Now, even with a child, she couldn’t relax her vigilance towards him.

This child changed too many things but could also bring more variables.

She had to stay clear-headed, avoiding being swayed by temporary tenderness.

This guy looked like someone with strong principles and many rules, acting rigorously and keeping his word.

What if after having the child he handed her over to the clan?

Clans valued the management of females highly.

Especially after giving birth, females were often managed by the family to prevent emotional instability or mental collapse causing accidents.

If she were taken back to the main hall, she would lose the right to move freely, might not even be able to personally raise the child.

Besides, by tradition, females must be calmed by their male partners spiritually after childbirth.

It’s an ancient tradition, also a physiological need.

Childbirth heavily exhausts spiritual power.

If not properly guided in time, it could lead to long-term emotional disturbances or even mental breakdown.

But now she couldn’t perceive anything, her meridians empty.

She would end up lying like a display.

Letting him touch her consciousness domain, while she was powerless to resist.

"You should go sleep in another room, no need to keep watch here."

"If I’m disturbing your rest, I can revert to my original form, won’t make any noise."

He kept his eyes down, his gaze falling on the gap between the tiles before him.

He knew she’d been very tired lately, her post-birth body frail, emotions unstable.

But he feared even more that if he left, something happened, he’d regret it for life.

"And can you still look after the child?"

Selene’s voice remained calm.

Caleb opened his mouth, his throat feeling blocked by something.

He froze in place, his chest fluctuating.

In the end, he merely stood silently for a moment, staring at the bulging quilt for a long time before sighing gently.

He watched, his vision gradually blurring, emotions surging in his heart, difficult to express.

He wished he could stay, even just sitting quietly would be enough.