The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 166: Can’t Afford to Offend

Her fingers had already clenched the bedsheet.

It’s always like this; the system clearly knows a lot, but it insists on waiting for her to speak before revealing anything.

This feeling of being kept in suspense drives her to extreme irritation.

The system solemnly said, "You didn’t ask. I can only wait for you to speak; otherwise, even if I make a sound, you wouldn’t hear it."

It’s not that it can’t speak, but rather it can’t speak actively.

This is the setting, the iron law, the boundary of its existence.

So, even though her heart is in turmoil.

If she doesn’t voice the question, it won’t say another word.

This truth really couldn’t be refuted.

Selene completely gave up reasoning with it, not bothering to engage.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Forget it, reasoning with an AI is as unrealistic as expecting a stone to bloom.

She closed her eyes, no longer paying attention to the light screen suspended in the air.

Anyway, life has to go on, tasks have to be completed, arguing over these details is meaningless.

Heath grabbed his collar, his face flushed as if it could drip blood. "Mistress... I’ll go take a shower first."

That look on his face, like a little rabbit accidentally stumbling into a wolf’s den.

He knows she is the Female Master.

And he himself is just a humble male.

Selene has always been impatient with males.

Heath occasionally being shy is quite endearing.

But if he always looks like this, she gets annoyed.

She wants someone who can walk alongside her.

She likes straightforward, decisive people.

Like Zane, who can understand what she’s thinking with just a look.

Zane never asked more questions or rambled on.

Unlike the current him, hesitating to undress, needing permission to shower.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you."

She said it casually.

Moonlight spilled faintly through the window, casting onto the floor.

She didn’t watch Heath leave nor care about how quietly he walked.

She just lay there quietly, waiting for time to flow bit by bit.

Heath took a deep breath and rushed into the bathroom.

The figure in the mirror wasn’t as sturdy as other males, but all the necessary features were there.

The faucet sounded loudly, steam quickly rose, blurring the mirror.

He stood before the mirror, looking at the blurry figure.

Narrow shoulders, slender waist, chest not very broad.

But the lines were clear, skin fair, arms long.

"Will she... like me?"

Like?

This word is too extravagant for him.

He didn’t dare hope for her love.

Just hoped she wouldn’t dislike him, wouldn’t suddenly kick him out one day.

He’s living by her grace.

Without her, he probably wouldn’t even have the courage to live.

His fingertips softly traced the mirror, where moisture had condensed into tiny droplets.

With a press, that part became clear.

The pale hands in the mirror made his heart tremble.

Those hands were too thin, with protruding joints.

He remembered his mother often saying his hands resembled a girl’s when he was young.

Later he was sent to the men’s etiquette academy, where teachers also said his temperament was gentle, suitable for serving a Female Master.

Thus he learned to lower his head, learned to submit.

Self-conscious people find even mirrors unfamiliar.

He didn’t dare linger too long, hurriedly dried his body, turned back.

Selene had already fallen asleep.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, warm yellow light spilling onto the carpet.

He walked out wrapped in a towel.

Then he saw her curled sideways on the bed, blanket pulled up to her chin.

He stood by the bed watching quietly for a few seconds, didn’t dare get closer, just greedily took in a few more glances.

In this moment, she belonged to him.

He wanted to hold her, wanted to crawl under the covers to snuggle close for warmth.

But he was afraid of waking her, afraid she’d frown.

Forget it.

As long as he can stay by her side, hasn’t been abandoned, it’s enough.

He sighed softly, walked to the other side of the bed, cautiously lifted the corner of the blanket.

In the dark, he kept his eyes open, listened to her steady breathing.

He kissed her forehead lightly.

But Selene woke up.

Thinking about the palace matters made Selene’s chest feel congested.

She gritted her teeth, slammed her fist fiercely against the bed edge.

Heath flinched in fright, his whole body shrinking suddenly.

"Female Master, are you uncomfortable? Did you have a nightmare?"

He rarely got summoned.

Normally seeing her once depended on timing, let alone sleeping together.

He couldn’t guess her mind and didn’t dare ask.

Is there... something he didn’t do well enough?

Selene snapped back to reality.

She wasn’t in the palace but in her own bed, walls peaceful, wind gentle outside the window.

She was lying at home.

Seeing Heath’s face full of panic, eyes dodging.

"Of course not, you’ve done well."

She whispered, her tone patronizing.

But Heath felt inexplicably reassured inside.

He obediently lay beside her, buried his face in the pillow, his voice muffled, slightly trembling.

"Female Master... those things... if you still like, I, I can... anytime."

These words made Selene freeze.

She turned her head, eyes falling on his lowered nape.

The most honest Heath, usually sparing in speech, acting properly, how suddenly said this sort of thing?

Turns out the most reserved one, is the one who looks the most honest?

Wait... why does "as expected" feel so natural?

As if she always knew he was this kind of person at heart.

"Ahem," she coughed lightly, covering her momentary distraction, "I really didn’t mean that."

Those were all past matters, why bring them up?

Besides, she’s retired now.

No more messing around, no more fighting, just wants a peaceful life.

Except occasionally, hands do itch?

She even thinks her own contradictions amusing.

Clearly said she wants to settle down, yet sometimes, seeing those unpleasant people, can’t help but want to act.

But that was all before.

Now she is a gentle type of female, at least... she strives to become that kind of person.

"Really nothing, just thought of Evan and Ethan, feeling unsettled."

She gazed at the ceiling, her tone softer.

"The two of them, growing up lacking security, trusting no one, even guarding against each other. I fear they might stray one day, by then it’d be too late."

Actually, no.

The only male she really cares about is Zane.

Wonder how he’s faring on land.

A deep-sea fish stuck among Beastmen, surely being excluded badly.

Language barriers, different habits, even sunlight makes him uncomfortable.

But she can’t accompany him back to the deep sea.

Can only force him to adapt to her days, learn to walk in sunlight, learn to smile, learn to converse with people.

Luckily, he didn’t complain, even if occasionally a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

If he really throws a tantrum...

She’d have to seriously consider the future.

Continue staying on land, or accompany him back to the deep sea?

This choice, she hasn’t the courage to face yet.

Heath lowered his head, voice softer.

"Female Master... should we get up now? It’s already daylight outside."

Daylight broke, sunlight leaked through the curtain gaps.

Birds called outside, distant early market noises, a new day had begun.

She originally thought of fighting hard, saving some money for herself, starting a shop, running a small business, living stably.

But now?

Surviving is already a blessing.

Ordinary people really can’t afford to provoke those high and mighty ones.