The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 168: Still Young

So many years have passed, and no one outside has ever uncovered his true identity.

Those who attempted to investigate his background either lost the trail or inexplicably lost interest.

If not for this, in the early years, any bit of evidence would have exposed his secret.

How could he sit here so calmly in this command center, living peacefully until now?

"Female Master, do you...

really not find me annoying?"

Heath Langdon’s voice slightly tightened.

He wasn’t one to speak much, generally quiet and reserved, with his thoughts hidden deep within his eyes.

Yet now, his mind was being washed over by a flood of unfamiliar and surging memories.

He was saying too much.

Perhaps more now than the sum of what he has said in the past thirty years.

He should have seen a psychiatrist long ago; how could he be so embarrassed in front of the Female Master?

"Not annoying. Quite good."

Selene Kane’s tone was gentle.

"You usually keep everything inside, bottling your worries within, it’ll make you sick sooner or later. Now there’s Little Butterfly speaking out what’s in your heart, you see, your complexion has improved, and your spirits are better."

She gently poked his cheek, her fingertips cool, causing Heath Langdon’s heart to tremble.

Heath Langdon lightly flapped his wings, feathers slightly quivering.

"Really...really?"

"You...really like me like this?"

His voice trailed long, cautiously probing.

Selene Kane was silent for a few seconds.

Honestly, she was not quite used to this Heath Langdon.

The former him was quiet, restrained, occasionally lifting his eyes to glance at you.

But the current him spoke so much that she found it almost overwhelming.

But thinking about it, Heath Langdon carried heavy thoughts.

Many matters he bore alone, never willing to confide in others.

If she spoke the truth and said she was somewhat unaccustomed, her fear would have him retreating into a corner, hiding under the covers, shedding tears secretly all night without closing his eyes.

Moreover, now that he was the father of the child, his status was different.

As a member of this family, as one of the most important people beside her.

He deserves to be treated well and needs to be gently coaxed.

"Of course I like you."

She smiled, her tone warm.

"Otherwise, would I have had you sleep with me for so many years? You’re my pillow companion; the nights spent together, I’ve lost count."

Her intention was merely to calm his troubled emotions.

Yet as soon as she spoke, Heath Langdon froze, pupils suddenly constricting.

The next second, as if struck by lightning, he jumped up from his seat, leaping into the air.

His wings fully extended, carving a snow-white arc in the narrow room.

Gone...

He hadn’t the slightest impression!

All those years, those nights, he’d been by her side in the form of a butterfly, yet he had no memory at all!

No wonder she’d never summoned him to her bed.

It turns out, for countless nights, he’d accompanied her in another form.

She didn’t reject him; rather, she had long embraced this other form of him.

Thinking of this, an unprecedented jealousy suddenly surged in his heart.

He even started to hate his butterfly form.

Why?

Why had those tender moments been spent by him as a butterfly?

Thinking back to when they first met, he had been so cold and distant towards her, his heart fluttering yet not daring to approach.

He felt a sourness in his heart.

If back then he could control his form and respond soberly to her closeness...

Then, the first child...

Might have been conceived by him.

He suddenly recalled what he had said earlier, nodding silently to himself.

Yes, he was petty; he just wanted to monopolize her.

In the past, no matter how many males surrounded her, he didn’t care.

Those who courted her, flattered her, even openly fawning over her.

He always coldly sneered, indifferent.

Back then, he stood outside the crowd, watching from afar, merely seeing her as the exalted Female Master, unrelated to him.

But now it was different.

Now, his heart had completely fallen, unable to pretend indifference any longer.

He only wished she had eyes for him alone.

Her ears only listening to him, her hand only holding his, her smile only arising because of him.

Even the slightest preference, he wanted to have it all.

Even one moment of time, he was unwilling to share with others.

"Female Master...thank you."

He said softly.

The word "thank," he had never been willing to say, always feeling that bowing was weakness.

But now, he spoke it sincerely.

Because she gave him everything he never dared to hope for before.

Acceptance, tolerance, even patience with his unreasonable antics.

He also believed that she must like him.

Otherwise, how could she tolerate him being so endlessly unruly?

If it were someone else, they would have kicked him away or coldly ordered him banished.

But she hadn’t.

She always sighed, ruffled his hair, allowed him to snuggle into her embrace.

No matter how excessive his antics, she never truly got angry.

This made him greedier, more wanton, and increasingly certain.

She cared about him.

"Female Master."

He suddenly transformed back into human form, his tall body slightly trembling, standing barefoot on the ground.

"I...I actually...want to ask you..."

His tongue was knotted, as if disobedient, swirling repeatedly in his mouth.

"I want to have a child with you...are you...willing?"

As soon as he spoke, even he was stunned.

He feared her refusal, feared she would say "No."

But he was too afraid.

Afraid that over time, she’d remember something else.

"Female Master, I’m not forcing you...I truly don’t mean to..."

He hurriedly added, voice choking, almost pleading.

"I just...want so much...to have a child of our own..."

Unable to continue, he bowed his head, staring at his toes.

He used to curse her for being a sterile failure.

At that time, filled with resentment, he tried every means to belittle and wound her.

But now retribution had come.

The Female Master was willing to bear a child, yet the child had nothing to do with him.

That was someone else’s offspring, an unacceptable fact eternally.

He laughed dryly, the sound bitter.

"It’s okay if you don’t want to; as long as I can stay with you, I’m content."

That smile was uglier than crying, eyes struggling not to shed a tear.

As long as she didn’t chase him away, as long as she let him stay by her side.

Even if just as a servant, he’d be willing.

Selene Kane rubbed her temples, frowning slightly.

She really couldn’t say she already had a little one growing inside.

Three months now, the fetus stable, system running smoothly, everything in the plan.

But this matter, she couldn’t disclose.

Not that she didn’t trust him, but who would believe it?

A female pregnant on her own, giving birth in three months, unbeknownst to all?

The Beastman Race’s pregnancy term was six months.

If she gave birth prematurely, it would surely invite countless doubts and investigations.

She couldn’t take this risk and couldn’t put him in danger.

"Don’t overthink it; there’s no rush for the child."

She gently reassured him, tone soft.

"We’re still young, and we’ll have our own offspring sooner or later."