The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 39: Rather Mild

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair surveyed slowly with their eyes.

The two of them sat on the other side of the sofa, shoulder to shoulder.

Her gaze moved from Evan Sinclair’s eyebrows to Ethan Sinclair’s nose, and then paused on their slightly tense lips.

Her eyes carried an evaluative look.

Evan Sinclair felt the pressure first, his shoulders involuntarily tensing.

His fingers clutched at the seam of his trousers, his knees trembling slightly.

Although Ethan Sinclair didn’t move, his gaze wavered, not daring to look her directly in the eye.

Evan Sinclair finally couldn’t stand it anymore and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

Pointing at Selene Kane, he raised his voice.

"What exactly do you want? We won’t let you manipulate us! Don’t think just because you’re the Female Master you can order us around!"

Ethan Sinclair also stood up.

Although he didn’t speak, his stance was defensive, his palms clenched into fists.

Selene Kane looked at his puffed-up cheeks, a ridiculous thought suddenly flashing in her mind.

Whenever they got angry, their faces would puff up like this, looking round and soft.

If she poked it now, would it deflate like a balloon?

Making a "poof" sound and then flattening?

This thought circled in her mind, and she couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

She immediately pressed her lips together, forcibly suppressing the urge to laugh, and pinched her leg lightly at the side of her pants.

She snapped back to reality and looked at them again.

She thought again, trying to recall from memory if there was anything useful they could do.

But after going over it again and again, she only remembered that they loved to make trouble, quarrel, and fight, and were unreliable at crucial moments.

She spread her hands, disappointment tingling in her tone.

"Forget it, just forget it. I won’t expect anything from you two for this matter."

As soon as she finished speaking, Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.

"What do you mean by that? How are we useless? We’re clearly very capable!"

Evan Sinclair grew more agitated as he spoke, leaning forward until he nearly collided with the coffee table.

Ethan Sinclair’s face also flushed, waving his hands with vigorous gestures.

Selene Kane didn’t answer.

She just quietly watched them, her gaze moving from Evan Sinclair to Ethan Sinclair and slowly back again.

She stared in this way for a long time.

The air was so silent that only their heavy breathing could be heard.

Finally, the corner of her mouth lifted gently, emitting a short, cold laugh.

"Heh."

Two tiger cubs darted in from the balcony.

They excitedly circled the sofa, sometimes pouncing on the curtains, sometimes jumping onto the coffee table.

The living room, which was still quite tidy, was now in chaos because of them.

Cushions were dragged to the floor, the cup on the coffee table was knocked askew, and magazines scattered everywhere.

Henry Sheridan stood nearby, gently advising, "Little guys, come down now, don’t cause trouble, or you might fall."

He reached out to pick one up, but it agilely dodged and jumped up onto the TV cabinet.

He sighed helplessly and turned to another person: "Caleb Shaw, do you think it’s time to keep these in check?"

Caleb Shaw remained leaning on the sofa, not even changing his posture.

He lifted his eyelids, casually glancing at the two frolicking tigers.

"Enough."

The two cubs instantly stopped moving, their ears flattening to their heads, their tails drooping.

They exchanged glances and dutifully jumped down from the furniture, curling up on a mat in the corner, not daring to move.

Caleb Shaw looked as usual, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"You are our Female Master, your decisions are not for us to interfere with."

He paused briefly.

"There are rules in the team, you can’t just assign people in randomly. If you really want him to join the army, I can provide an application form."

Zane tightened his grip on Selene Kane’s hand, his fingers slowly contracting.

His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand.

Finding she still didn’t have the intention to withdraw her hand, he involuntarily breathed more lightly.

This scene was clearly imprinted in Henry Sheridan’s eyes.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on their clasped hands, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down.

He didn’t want to look a second time.

But that image was already etched in his mind.

He raised his hand, pressing his chest forcefully, his knuckles turning white.

He wanted to rush over, wanted to pull that hand out of Zane’s grasp, wanted her to only look at him.

But his feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Ethan Sinclair stood not far away, his eyes staring straight at Selene Kane and Zane.

His fingers clenched tightly on the seam of his pants, nails digging into his palm, yet he felt no pain.

He couldn’t remember the last time she had voluntarily held his hand.

Much less when she had ever been this intimately close to anyone.

She had never held his hand that intimately!

Not once.

Whether past or present, her attitude towards him had always been restrained and distant.

Yet now, she allowed another male to touch her and let him hold her so tightly.

"Host, the favorability level has dropped."

The system’s cold voice echoed in her mind.

Selene Kane paid no mind to what the system said.

She recalled the day she first arrived here.

She stood in the middle of the hall, swallowing her pride.

She almost kneeled down, but not a single person was willing to spare her a glance.

If none of you are satisfied with me, then don’t expect me to please you.

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes turning cold.

She didn’t need anyone’s liking, nor anyone’s approval.

With a stern face, she could still live her life, could still have children.

As long as she completed the task, nothing else mattered.

"Host, this mindset is unhealthy."

The system reminded again.

Selene Kane directly blocked the system’s subsequent prompts.

She turned to Henry Sheridan, her voice calm.

"Zane just arrived, he’s not familiar with the environment yet. Take him around the villa."

Her gaze then fell on Caleb Shaw.

"We don’t like having outsiders in our rooms. Gather your things, please."

Caleb Shaw stood there, his face expressionless.

He didn’t argue, nor did he show any dissatisfaction with being expelled.

"I will make arrangements."

With that, he turned and walked to the communication terminal.

Within less than ten minutes, the servants entered the room one after another, swiftly packing clothes, equipment, and personal belongings.

Their efficiency was high, not a sound beyond was made.

His belongings were moved piece by piece, the wardrobe gradually emptied.

Leaving only a solitary hanger.

He knew full well that living anywhere was the same.

This place had never been a home to him.

Rather than sharing a room with that female, it was more relaxing to live alone.

At least he didn’t have to constantly guard against her silence.

When alone, he could completely relax his defenses.

Even though this villa was registered under Caleb Shaw’s name, his rightful private residence.

But now he was arranged to stay in the east wing guest room furthest from Selene Kane, at the end of the corridor, facing away from the main building.

Even his daily routes were replanned to avoid crossing into her activity zones.

Someone passing Caleb Shaw’s door couldn’t help but stop, gazing at that tightly closed door, whispering quietly.

"Is the Commander going to fall out of favor?"

A beastman drooped his ears, his face full of heartache.

Every day, he secretly prayed, pleading with the Beast God for the Female Master to treat his lord a little better.

Every time he saw his lord being neglected, his heart felt weighed down like by a stone.

He didn’t dare complain loudly, only silently kneeling at the shrine when no one was around, hands clasped together, reciting prayers repeatedly.

Wasn’t the Female Master still quite gentle a few days ago?