The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 175: Really Likes It

Even just to comfort an old friend, he must restrain himself.

If Miss Kane misunderstood, he would really be in trouble.

She is gentle, but fiercely protective.

Last time a girl gave him an extra glance, and the next day she was sent to the frontier.

He doesn’t want to let a moment’s soft-heartedness result in a lifetime of regret.

At the thought of Heath Langdon, his teeth couldn’t help but itch.

That Butterfly Fae, who always acts pitiful, outwardly puts on an aloof and otherworldly facade, untainted by dust.

But behind the scenes?

In the dead of night, Selene Kane actually stayed overnight in his room!

The candlelight flickered, the curtains hung low.

Light laughter and whispers could faintly be heard from within the room.

Leaving him with no decent place to stay.

This was his first time stepping into Caleb Shaw’s master bedroom.

The room was simply and coldly decorated, the bed curtains hung low, and sandalwood incense lingered.

But the air was filled with Selene Kane’s usual cold plum blossom scent.

And Caleb Shaw?

Even though he was beaten all over, his shoulders wrapped in thick bandages, his face pale as paper, and his breaths painful, he still maintained the demeanor of the main husband, sitting straight-backed at the edge of the bed.

He coldly spoke up.

"I arranged you for the Female Master."

Who needs you to arrange me?

I’m not a homeless beggar!

What are you, to meddle in my affairs?

Just thinking of Caleb Shaw’s condescending, cold appearance made Alza’s insides churn with anger.

If it weren’t for him using some shady tricks, secretly binding with Miss Kane through a contract...

He should have rightly been the main husband long ago!

But now, this man lay injured in bed, still hypocritically asking him.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode, his chest heaving, yet he had to maintain a forced smile, nodding obsequiously, "Thank you, Lord Shaw, for your concern."

If Caleb Shaw weren’t severely injured, yet the killing aura around him not dispersed, and with any disturbance triggering counterattacks due to enchantments...

He would have long stopped putting up with this pretense, showing his true disdain openly!

And then there’s that newborn baby.

Look at that little face, round with sharp outlines, slightly upturned eyes.

He doesn’t resemble Selene Kane’s gentle features at all.

The spirit between the brows even bears a slight resemblance to him.

Even the subconscious frown exudes a slyness akin to a fox spirit.

This child is most likely not Selene Kane’s biological offspring!

Yet, it’s impossible to determine which tribe’s bloodline had mixed in, the appearance so clean that not even a trace of tribal mark could be found.

The more Alza thought about it, the more repressed he felt, deeply downcast, and simply no longer wanted to stay in human form, his fluffy tail swishing to revert to his true form.

He slumped dejectedly on the armchair, paws dangling over the armrest, head tilted, curling into a small ball.

He was, after all, just an ordinary Little Fox.

Back then in the wild, basking in the sun, stealing some dried fish, licking his paws, life was carefree.

Who would have thought he’d now be caught in this mess of conflicts?

With scheming against each other daily, even sleep became restless.

How had he turned into such a pathetic and repressed state in the blink of an eye?

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the door creaked open.

Selene Kane stepped in, her hair bun slightly loose, eyes smiling.

Her gaze shifted, raising her eyebrows, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"Oh, what’s this? So unhappy?"

Before the words had fully landed, she reached out her hand, unceremoniously patting the soft fur on Alza’s head.

The texture was fluffy and soft, with the warmth of sunlight.

She couldn’t help but squint her eyes, her heart bubbling with joy.

The fur!

Sleek like satin, fluffy as a cloud.

In her past life, she would’ve definitely turned it into a limited-edition scarf, wrapping it around her neck in winter, making the whole company envious!

Winter was approaching, just the right time to keep him by her side.

Cold? Just hug him; tired? Use him as a blanket; warm and conserving on firewood.

Hehe, this time she really hit the jackpot.

She retracted her hand, satisfied, and then unfolded a thin piece of paper in her hand.

It was densely covered with writing, ink not yet dry, faintly revealing a strange glyph-like sheen.

A chubby, adorable Q-version Little Fox leaped vividly onto the paper.

Its big eyes were round and bright.

Its ears perked slightly, its tail fluffy like a cloud.

So cute it seemed pinch-worthy.

Claire Joyce suddenly lifted her head, tears not yet dried, eyes glued to the paper.

She had been curled up in the corner, her eyes red, nose still damp.

A tear hovered on her eyelash, about to fall.

But the moment Selene Kane raised the sketchpad.

All her grievances and stubbornness froze.

Her gaze seemed magnetically drawn, fixed on the drawing.

She had already decided not to bother with her, letting her be.

The earlier argument was still fresh, she felt misunderstood, her heart heavy with frustration.

She wanted to turn away, feign disdain, pretend indifference.

Let Selene Kane know she wasn’t so easily placated.

But upon seeing that appearance, she was instantly stunned.

Her heart felt gently nudged by something soft.

Followed by a surge of indescribable emotion.

"This... is this me?"

She instinctively touched her face, then looked down at her paws.

That wasn’t the disheveled, dull version of herself she remembered.

But a version meticulously depicted, glowing.

Claire Joyce fervently denied it, thinking she must be dreaming.

This can’t be, how could I possibly look like this?

I’m clearly just a scrappy-colored Little Fox, how did I end up with such an adorably explosive appearance?

She remembered peeking at her reflection while drinking from the stream.

Fur in tangles, ears slightly askew, tail not fluffy enough, hardly presentable.

But the mirror showed those rounded ears, watery big eyes, and that soft white tuft at the tip of her tail...

So endearing it was irresistible.

She even began to suspect that Selene Kane had secretly used some magic, erasing all her flaws.

The Beastman World always prized robust physiques.

Regardless of male or female, strength and size gained respect.

In her tribe, weakness and cuteness were never virtues, instead they were ridiculed.

But now... she found herself adorable.

"So, isn’t it super cute?"

Selene Kane waved the paper, watching Claire Joyce’s ears sway with the paper, chuckling.

She had noticed Claire Joyce’s ears perking up unconsciously.

"From the first glance I saw your true form, I wanted to draw you like this."

That day at the forest’s edge, her first time seeing Claire Joyce reveal her true form, peeking from behind the bushes.

At that moment, she felt this Little Fox needed to be captured on paper.

Claire Joyce, like her tail was stepped on, quickly shook her head, "No, not particularly fond!"

But as she said this, her ears drooped, her gaze avoided, not daring to meet Selene Kane’s eyes.

Denying it with her mouth, but her body was more honest than anyone.