The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 141: Happiness

She intended to say a few polite words to refuse this unexpected praise.

But before the words left her mouth, a smile spilled over from her lips.

She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying to hide the irrepressible joy.

However, her eyes had already betrayed her.

The corners of her eyes slightly lifted, and her gaze shimmered like spring water.

The smile spread slowly from the corners of her eyes and brows.

This glance made Evan Sinclair’s heart tremble, completely losing control of his heartbeat. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He involuntarily took a step forward, so lightly it was almost silent.

His large hand slowly descended, gently resting on her waist.

The warmth from his palm seeped through the thin fabric and into her skin.

His gaze changed, no longer the usual calm restraint, but tinted with a deep, dark hue.

"Female Master, tonight... it’s my turn, isn’t it?"

Selene Kane’s heart trembled, and her fingertips curled slightly on instinct.

She certainly heard and felt the emotions surging behind his words.

But she knew now wasn’t the time to discuss this.

This dress was difficult to wear, the layered silk and hidden clasps took quite a bit of effort to arrange properly.

Time was already running out, the ceremony was about to start.

She took a deep breath, held back the flutter in her heart, and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Tonight for sure."

Evan Sinclair’s arm suddenly tightened, muscles instantly bulging.

The veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably, pulsing again and again.

He almost melted from Selene Kane’s shy yet straightforward demeanor.

Her face slightly flushed, yet her gaze directly responded to him, without evasion.

Why didn’t he notice before how endearing she was?

In the past, she always had a cold expression, like a frozen lake.

But now this look, intertwined with shyness and promise, was like spring sunshine breaking through ice.

He took a low breath, suddenly leaned over, and placed his chin gently on her round shoulder.

The posture was almost like a childish snuggle, filled with youthful reliance and intimacy, even his voice unintentionally softened, the tone slightly rising.

"Can we go alone? Don’t bring my brother, please."

Selene hadn’t planned to be so playful, nor thought of creating special attention in such a setting.

She lightly pushed him a bit away.

"It’s not the same, you are you, different from Ethan. You are both my Beast Husbands, I know it well in my heart."

With that, she suddenly rose on her toes, hooked her hand around his nape, and kissed his lips with a "pop."

The action was crisp and neat, yet carried affectionate indulgence.

"I need to touch up my makeup, see you tonight."

She smiled and stepped back a bit, casually taking a makeup brush from the table.

Evan Sinclair stood there in a daze, his hand still suspended in mid-air.

He touched his face where he had been kissed, fingers repeatedly stroking that patch of warm skin.

Seeing his dumbfounded look made Selene Kane burst into laughter, covering her mouth and turning to face the mirror, her shoulders gently shaking.

This was how it should be.

Even though now everyone seemed steady, speaking and acting flawlessly, ready to stand alone as strong figures.

She remembered they were really just young, not very old at all.

Quite good.

Pure, not complicated.

She liked them this way.

She tidied up her makeup simply in front of the mirror; the Beastmen here didn’t care for heavy makeup.

They valued natural beauty and innate charm.

They believed the sheen of fur, the color of eyes, and physique proportions were the fundamental attractions.

Selene had a good look, clear brow bones, and defined features, just needed to draw her eyebrows and apply natural-colored lipstick.

Instantly, she was brightened up, her elegance reflected a cold gentleness.

Many clans were naturally extremely confident.

Especially the Fox Clan and Butterfly Clan.

The people from those tribes, whether men or women, walked proudly and confidently.

They reckoned they looked striking enough, not only avoiding makeup, but eager to semi-transform, showing off their distinctive tails or colorful wings for thrill.

When Selene thought of her original form, she silently stopped, lightly sighed.

Her real form was a wolf, adept at fighting, with great strength.

But not much advantage in looks.

Not as graceful as the Butterfly Clan, not as charming as the Fox Clan.

If competing in appearance, it truly was stepping up with reluctance.

Suddenly she thought it’d be nice if Caleb Shaw’s eyes were replaced by her light-colored pupils.

His human form was handsome enough, features like a painting, elegance with a cold aura.

Often caught people’s glances on the street.

His Beast Form was soft and adorable, all fluffy, like a snowball.

Yet his deep green eyes suppressed the cute vibe, adding a bit of untouchable aloofness.

Then she thought someone who suffered hardships would naturally have a demanding gaze.

Those who weathered storms and endured hardships in winter would always carry a coldness within.

Especially Caleb Shaw, who fought his way out on the battlefield.

His gaze like a leopard silently approaching in a cold night, quiet yet full of deterrence.

Those cold green eyes were daunting, no one dared to act recklessly.

Even a brief eye contact would make people bow their heads instinctively.

It’s said he spoke very little in the squad, often just standing and watching, and the others would obediently comply.

He never shouted or scolded, rarely even spoke.

But as long as he stood there, tall and firm.

The soldiers, upon seeing him approach, would instinctively tidy their collars, stand straight, even lower their voice by a third.

One glance, one pause, surpassed a thousand worded command.

Selene originally thought the invitation was sent to her alone.

Wondering if she should invite someone out individually.

Then she looked up, and Caleb Shaw was already standing neatly at the door.

She thought tonight was just an ordinary royal banquet.

The invitation in her hand carried a faint floral scent and the embossed royal insignia.

She checked repeatedly, verifying there was no mention of Caleb Shaw’s name, so she assumed he wouldn’t attend.

So she began contemplating which sister to ask along.

After all, going alone to the banquet seemed a bit solitary.

Lately, he seemed more lively, caring for the kids added warmth to his demeanor.

The former silent task-executor commander now patiently comforted crying children, proactively cleaned up after dinner.

His brows no longer tightly locked, occasionally humming old camp songs, voice deep and warm.

"You look great."

He said.

Gaze falling on her, sweeping slowly from hair to dress hem.

He stepped forward, held her hand, and gently kissed her hand back.

"I hope you’ll have a wonderful evening."

This kiss carried little lust, more like a promise, a protection.