The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 160 - 60: Twins

The people he did his utmost to protect, yet were pushed to the brink by others.

And he couldn’t even defend her much.

"Female Master, I didn’t tell them the specifics."

He said huskily, his voice hoarse.

"But I told them you were safe. They all miss you dearly, especially the elders in the tribe. They said they hope you return soon."

He hurried home briefly, not even changing his shoes, and rushed straight into the bedroom.

He grabbed the child and left, his actions almost instinctive, without a word, no turning back.

Heath and Alza had sensed something was amiss early on.

From the moment Caleb Shaw entered, his demeanor was filled with an oppression to the extreme of tension.

The matter that could make Caleb Shaw lose composure, they couldn’t intervene, only waited at home and prayed for the Female Master to return early.

Heath dialed the family phone for the first time.

The steward paused at the sight of the call, sighed, then shook his head gently.

"I’m sorry, perhaps right now they don’t want to see you."

He bit his lip, his heart filled with pain.

"I’m not planning to return home, I just want to know if something happened at The Royal Palace. My Female Master went to The Royal Palace and hasn’t returned yet."

"I’m... really worried about her."

He repeated softly.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before speaking: "Master, weren’t you the one who disliked your Female Master the most?"

Turns out his disdain was so obvious that even the steward, who he seldom interacted with, knew?

He clutched his chest, suddenly thinking.

Is it because of this that the Female Master has always avoided him?

But he was no longer the same.

He genuinely wants to take care of her, to be her support.

Yet she refuses to even touch him.

Whenever he tries to get close, she always silently retreats.

Thinking of Caleb Shaw’s tall and upright figure, he for the first time hates himself for being too weak.

His height barely passable, but nowhere else resembling a male.

Caleb Shaw, broad-shouldered and long-legged, his aura like a mountain, reassuring with every movement; but him?

It’s no wonder the Female Master dislikes him.

He lowered his eyes, fingers unconsciously digging into his palm.

"She is my Female Master, I will have children with her as soon as possible."

The steward sighed softly.

"The Family Head returned looking very bad, seems something indeed happened at The Royal Palace. But Madam seemed quite happy, problem shouldn’t be too serious."

"Caleb Shaw is the Female Master’s Main Husband; he might have stayed at the palace overnight."

Heath hung up the phone, his mind in turmoil.

If it was just an overnight stay, Shaw wouldn’t have carried the child away with hollow eyes.

In those eyes, there was no anger, no panic, only a near-dead emptiness.

Alza sat limply on the sofa, also realizing things weren’t so simple.

He hugged his knees, burying his face in his arms, ears drooping slightly.

"Will the Female Master be alright?"

He had just looked forward to her appearance, feeling hope in his life.

He didn’t want to lose her again.

They haven’t even raised the Little Fox together yet...

The image of that furry Little Fox appeared in his mind.

The Female Master had promised to take him to the market to pick one, but now she’s nowhere to be seen.

Heath pulled him onto his lap, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Don’t worry, with Shaw around, the Female Master will definitely be fine."

He gently patted Alza’s back, his tone soft.

But deep in his eyes, there lay a fear he dared not acknowledge.

He is closest to Alza at home.

Perhaps deep down, he always felt they were alike.

Their souls’ frequencies matched, even their breathing seemed synchronized.

Other males love to shout and yell, exploding in rage, smashing things, fighting.

Flouncing around all day, making so much noise it gives people headaches.

But what about them?

Rather nest quietly on that old rattan lounge chair in the living room, each with a book.

Even though Alza takes medication regularly, his complexion always slightly pale.

Yet that serene temperament reassures onlookers.

The most crucial part is his never fighting.

Suddenly Heath’s heart jerked as if gripped by an invisible hand.

This Little Fox treats him so genuinely, without reservation, yet what about him?

Because of fearing he might take the Female Master’s affection away, he secretly guarded against him, distanced himself...

What is that?

It’s too inhumane.

Suddenly, a low and urgent spaceship rumbling sounded outside.

Heath almost reflexively jumped up and rushed out.

The moment he saw the cabin door open, Selene Kane’s figure appeared on the gangway.

His legs weakened, knees uncontrollably buckled, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Female Master..."

When she left, her eyes were bright, her smile radiant.

But after just one night, how can she be so haggard?

He reached out, fingers trembling slightly, carefully straightened the strands of hair windswept by the breeze.

"Good to be back."

No questions asked, no tears or trouble.

He knew what she had been through.

Without being told, he could guess somewhat.

"Hungry? I’ll go cook something warm for you."

Selene Kane nodded, her voice hoarse but carrying a hint of laughter.

"I am indeed a bit hungry."

She quietly observed him.

He indeed had grown thinner, but it wasn’t a sickly frailty, rather that youthful slenderness.

The most damning part is, his affection for her is almost maxed out.

Without any system prompts, she could clearly feel it.

"I’ll take a shower first, call me when the meal is ready."

She mentally calculated, preparing a whole table’s worth.

Eat first, then devour you.

Haha.

"Confetti! Host finally walked the right path!"

The system’s cheerful voice rang in her mind.

"Considering your current heavy burdens and mental stress, the system grants you a special privilege!"

Selene Kane was rubbing bubbles in her hair, water droplets dripped from the tips, ears perked, heart stirred.

"What’s the privilege?"

It’d be nice if she could choose for herself.

She couldn’t help but think, feeling the system seems capable of anything, like having cheats, omnipotent.

"Let you conceive twins at once!"

"What?! Say it again!"

Selene Kane’s shampoo bottle "plop" fell into the water.

She was stunned, fist clenched instantly.

"Can’t it not be forced? I don’t want this! Change!"

"Dear, system rules don’t support swapping privileges... You should think positively, finishing two KPIs at once, how convenient? Efficiency doubled, happiness doubled!"

"Of course you say it lightly when it isn’t you carrying them!"

She gritted her teeth.

"It’s different, as long as you share intimate behavior with the Beast Husband within three days, all children count."

"Can the two kids have different fathers?"

Her voice changed pitch.

"Exactly. Genes pool, randomly combined, wish you a prosperous nation, many sons, many blessings."

Selene Kane turned off the shower, the sound of water abruptly stopping.

She grabbed a towel, haphazardly wiped off the droplets, threw on a bathrobe, and exited.

Caleb Shaw was standing at the door, his silhouette straight, yet exuding an inexplicable solitude.

Upon her appearance, he instinctively turned, eyes meeting hers for an instant, then quickly flickered away.

The air seemed frozen, weighted so heavily it suffocated.

The fracture pierced by the bullet wasn’t just a physical wound, but also a cavity in the heart.