The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 41: My Most Treasured

She pointed at which items to throw away, and he immediately jumped out to stop the servants.

His face grew darker and his blue veins throbbed slightly.

"Not this one! This is my most precious vase!"

He snatched the porcelain back from the servant and held it tightly in his arms.

"That one can’t be moved either! That was painted by Hayden!"

The servants were blocked by him and couldn’t continue working; they could only stand aside waiting for Selene to speak.

Selene slyly winked at Zane.

Her gesture was so subtle that almost no one noticed.

But Zane instantly caught the signal.

Zane understood immediately and went over to pester Evan Sinclair.

He deliberately slowed his pace, blocking Evan Sinclair’s way.

"Loser, we can have a good chat." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Evan Sinclair’s eyes chilled, his pupils contracted.

He instantly tensed up.

"You still dare to touch me?"

Zane continued smiling, deftly sidestepping to easily avoid the incoming punch.

"Too slow."

"Are the land dwellers so hot-tempered? Not as nimble as a beastman from the sea."

He took half a step back, avoiding Evan Sinclair’s second attack.

"Even if this is your territory, your performance is quite disappointing."

Anger rushed to Evan Sinclair’s head, and his eardrums buzzed.

He ignored everything, just wanted to beat the merfolk before him until he couldn’t get up.

Zane had just transformed legs, his movements still unfamiliar, his body swayed heavily.

He barely managed to stand firm, instinctively raising his arms to block Evan Sinclair’s onslaught.

But as time passed, he gradually found his balance.

Soon, he was no longer just defending, started looking for opportunities to counterattack, raising his legs to sweep and his hands to block.

The rhythm gradually fell into his hands.

Evan Sinclair’s breathing became more and more rapid.

He gritted his teeth, refusing to step back even an inch, much less utter the words "I concede."

In his view, losing to a newly transformed merfolk.

This kind of thing, even if someone caught his weak point, he couldn’t admit.

He gave a low growl and charged forward again, aiming straight for Zane’s face.

Zane sidestepped, seized the opportunity to grab his wrist and twist it.

Evan Sinclair staggered, quickly readjusting his stance to regain his footing.

Ethan Sinclair stood a few steps away, his brows knitted tightly, his gaze kept darting to Caleb Shaw.

He could tell his brother was struggling, and if this fight continues, he might suffer.

But Caleb Shaw did not speak to stop them, nor did he dare to intervene rashly.

He rubbed his hands anxiously, his eyes filled with a look of asking for help.

He remembered when Shaw had clearly said, no fighting in the house.

But now, no one was managing, and the atmosphere was clearly off.

His lips moved slightly but no sound came out.

"Let them fight."

Caleb Shaw spoke blandly, withdrawing his gaze from the two fighting.

"After all, the result won’t change."

Ethan Sinclair didn’t understand the deep meaning of that sentence.

He only knew that since it wasn’t stopped, it must be tacitly approved.

He no longer hesitated, suddenly rushed into the fight, standing beside Evan Sinclair.

The two stood back to back, their eyes warily fixed on Zane.

Growing up fighting side by side countless times, they had already formed a tacit understanding.

When the brother was in trouble, the younger brother would never just watch.

Facing a two-against-one situation, Zane remained calm.

He stood with his feet firm, his center of gravity dropping.

Although the opponents were not weak, he was not flustered.

Every attack incoming, he could react in time.

The three exchanged blows, the sounds of punches and kicks echoed continuously inside the room.

On the other side, Selene was busy packing her things.

She stuffed those intricately adorned and expensive trinkets into a large cloth bag one by one.

Jewelry, jade artifacts, perfume boxes, silk shawls, all were haphazardly stuffed inside.

Finally, she found a sturdy strap, wrapped it around the outside of the package, and hung it on her arm.

She bent her knees, ready to lift it forcefully.

"Hey!"

She exclaimed in a low voice, arms exerting force.

The package didn’t move an inch, instead, because of exerting too much force.

Causing herself to lurch forward, toes leaving the ground, almost falling.

She hurriedly stabilized her posture.

There was silence around, but she felt as if there were eyes on her.

She bit her lip, planning to squat down and gather strength again.

Just then, the heavy package unexpectedly lifted from one side, effortlessly raised.

She looked up, her gaze collided with Caleb Shaw’s face.

He stood before her, one hand holding the package, the other hanging at his side.

His eyes were a deep color.

Selene quickly withdrew her hands, clasping them together at her chest, tilting her head slightly, forcing a somewhat awkward smile.

"Thanks."

Caleb Shaw’s pupils contracted imperceptibly.

For a moment, the cold sternness on his face relaxed.

"Female Master, you can leave such dirty and heavy work to the servants, there’s no need for you to do it yourself."

In Caleb Shaw’s eyes, Selene’s skin was astonishingly fair, her forehead smooth, without a single flaw.

She appeared clean and refreshing, making it hard not to take another look.

It was an unembellished natural beauty, requiring no makeup to adorn.

When she smiled, the corners of her eyes would arch slightly and her brow would relax.

Previously, Selene always kept thick bangs, almost covering her entire forehead.

He could only see the gloomy eyes hiding behind her hair.

She often walked with her head down, not looking up.

Back then she seemed weighed down, silent to the point of pity.

Now, her smile was bright, she stood tall, speaking with a hint of joy.

He was momentarily dazed, almost unable to recognize.

Was she always like this?

He questioned internally.

Perhaps.

He couldn’t quite remember.

Since the wedding, he hadn’t seriously looked at her once.

He only remembered vaguely what she looked like clad in wedding gown.

Years under the same roof, yet like strangers.

He busy with work, she quiet.

Conversations between them had become lamentably scarce.

Selene clutched the bundle, her cheeks puffed.

Her fingers tightly grasping the edge of the bag, afraid it might be taken away.

"This is not garbage, don’t throw it away."

This childish image left Caleb Shaw stunned.

He had never seen her like this.

After a while, he quietly uttered: "Speak properly."

Selene showed slight resignation, frowning lightly.

She didn’t argue further, only held the bag tighter to her chest.

"Anyway, you’re free today, accompany me for a walk."

Her tone was relaxed.

Caleb Shaw’s voice was a little low, his gaze fell on her face, with a touch of hesitation.

"Where to?"

Selene blinked at him, her eyes flexibly moving.

Her mouth corners slightly upturned, a playful smile.

"To a place you never thought of."

The slums.

These three words emerged, Caleb Shaw’s eyes showed a slight tremor, his pupils contracted instantly.

His fingers unconsciously curled, his throat moved.

That place was not far from the city center but felt like another world.

Filthy, noisy, full of a sense of decay.

He hadn’t returned to it in a long time.

Yet now, she was planning to take him there.

He didn’t want to dampen her mood, nor explain those old stories.

"Alright, I’m quite looking forward to it."

He replied.

Selene didn’t care whether he was genuinely interested.