The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 165: Speak Proactively

Heath Langdon came with Selene Kane’s orders.

He cannot defy them, nor does he dare to.

He looked at the two little "tigers" tightly wrapped on the bed.

Their furry heads shrunk under the blanket, only showing a pair of moist eyes.

He sighed softly, a sound barely audible, and turned to walk out.

The brothers thought they had won, a hint of smug smiles emerging on their faces, thinking that if they kept making a fuss, Heath Langdon would surely compromise.

But the smiles didn’t get a chance to unfold.

The door was suddenly pushed open with a loud "bang."

Heath Langdon returned, his face calm, followed by two fully armed guards.

They were dressed in black combat gear, with guns at their waists, and their eyes were stern.

"Don’t hurt the young masters," Heath Langdon instructed softly, "Just hand them over to Butler Osborne."

The guards were expressionless.

Colonel Shaw suffered severe injuries during the mission today and is still in critical condition.

The entire guard team was simmering with anger, unable to show a good face to anyone.

Even if these two are the titular masters, the Female Master’s consorts, it doesn’t matter.

"I’m sorry."

"Don’t touch us! Let go!"

Evan Sinclair suddenly struggled, his voice filled with shock and anger.

They desperately twisted their bodies, attempting to break free from the restraints.

But these were elite soldiers straight from the battlefield.

No way could two untrained youths counter them?

They even unleashed their spiritual power, trying to suppress the opponents.

But the guards only tilted their heads slightly, and the mental impact was instantly bounced back.

In a moment of urgency, the two no longer cared to hide, letting out a low growl and simultaneously shifting into their Beast Form.

A dog-shaped Beastman in the team.

He stepped forward, pressing Evan Sinclair’s neck with one hand and locking Ethan Sinclair’s hind leg with the other, forcing the two white tigers to the ground, unable to move.

"Let me go!"

Ethan Sinclair still wanted to roar.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a drug-soaked cloth was stuffed into it, instantly paralyzing his vocal cords.

He whimpered, his eyes soaking red, but he was thrown over the opponent’s shoulder.

They felt suffocated inside.

Passing through the hallway, they saw the familiar Butler Osborne.

But at this moment, they couldn’t even muster a smile, only looking at him with damp eyes.

Osborne merely lowered his head, hurrying his steps.

"Uncle, why is Mom urging us to go back? Did something happen at home?"

Evan Sinclair, like when he was little, whined softly.

But Butler Osborne remained expressionless.

Without speaking, he simply waved his hand gently.

The guards immediately stepped forward.

One swiftly approached, reaching out a big hand to unhesitatingly cover Evan’s mouth.

The other simultaneously lunged at the person beside him, also sealing his mouth tightly.

"Mmm—"

Their eyes widened suddenly, pupils contracting violently.

Their bodies instinctively struggled, feet flailing on the ground, hands desperately waving.

But the guards’ strength was immense, holding them firmly.

They seemed to be staring at people they had never seen before.

Why are we treated this way?

We are young masters!

Why capture us without an explanation?

Upstairs, Heath Langdon quietly stood at the end of the hallway, nodding towards them.

He knew this farewell might be eternal.

But he did not try to keep them, nor did he provide any explanation, merely standing there.

He had long been Selene Kane’s man, and could only carry her matters in his heart.

As for family, bloodlines, brotherhood...

Those once important things had already been sealed deep in his heart.

Butler Osborne didn’t waste words, pulling the two young masters to the door.

Evan Sinclair and the other young master struggled fiercely, twisting their bodies, attempting to break free.

But Osborne never increased his force.

He was afraid of hurting them.

After all, they were still young masters.

Even if they were already abandoned, even if they were already sacrificed.

Heath Langdon stood at his room door, his heart racing unbearably.

Inside was his beloved Female Master, waiting for him.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious and uneasy he became.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Then he raised his hand, lightly placing his fingertips on the doorknob, slowly turning it.

The door opened with a creak.

Selene Kane was sprawled on the bed reading comics, her posture casual and lazy.

She wore soft loungewear, her long black hair scattered across the pillow.

She heard the door open, lifted her head, and smiled at him. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Was it smooth?"

She knew what had happened and what Butler Osborne had done.

But she didn’t speak up or intervene.

Heath Langdon stood at the door, his face suddenly turning red.

He clenched his fists, trying to appear calm.

Then he covered his mouth, coughing softly, his voice low.

"Female Master... it’s daytime now, how about... we first..."

As soon as he spoke, his face paled instantly.

Oh my, what did he just say?

How could he say such a thing?

The Female Master rarely visits, and instead of offering hospitality, he proposed such a...

And inappropriate request?

Would she think he is frivolous?

"Female Master! I didn’t mean that!"

He was so anxious his voice trembled.

His eyes suddenly turned red, tears swirling in them.

Selene Kane looked at him, suddenly thinking of the Little Butterfly.

The little creature that was always buzzing and disruptive, but recently was nowhere to be seen, not even a shadow.

She wasn’t quite used to it, the room becoming much quieter.

Last time it came, it saw her belly swollen, its eyes widening, yelling and running away, shouting as it flew, "You lied to me! You said you only loved me! Now pregnant with someone else’s child, are you still the Female Master? You are a heartbreaker!"

It hadn’t shown up since.

But she was obviously pregnant with the Main Husband’s child, who exactly was the third party here?

Wait...

No, he’s also a legitimately married Beast Husband, with a marriage certificate, listed in the clan register, not an intruder.

Was she being somewhat excessive?

Wait a minute...

Why not turn Heath Langdon into a Little Butterfly?

It would certainly be amusing.

The more she thought about it, the more interesting it seemed, and she couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes curving.

"It’s okay," she said softly, "We’re married, it’s perfectly normal."

"Don’t you... want to have a baby with me?"

Heath Langdon was stunned.

A baby...

A round face, sparkling eyes, soft little hands and feet, calling "Papa" in a sweet voice?

Could he... become a Papa?

He never thought he’d have a child.

Heath Langdon looks like one of those frail and sickly types, with a thin build and narrow shoulders.

His skin has remained pale for years, almost devoid of blood color.

It’d be best to transfer all the pain of childbirth to those males.

Why should the females endure all the agony?

Why do they always have to grit their teeth and bear the pain?

While the males only need to pace outside the delivery room, yelling encouragement?

If there ever came a day when all labor pains could be exactly transferred to those males who only say "just bear with it," that’d be true fairness.

Relief, true relief.

"It’s possible, Host, entirely doable."

The system’s voice was calm.

Selene Kane really wanted to smack him dead.

"Can’t you stop waiting for me to ask? Can’t you be proactive?"