The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 42: Short on Cash

She didn’t care whether he was willing or not; he had to come along today anyway.

She turned back to the room, her steps light, going straight to the wardrobe.

She opened the wardrobe door and reached inside to pull out dresses one by one.

No matter the style or color, she rolled them up haphazardly into a bundle.

The fabric was creased together, the tags still hanging.

Holding the pile of clothes, she turned around and left without a backward glance.

She moved the clothes over to Caleb Shaw and stuffed the bundle into his arms.

"Here, take this too."

Caleb Shaw looked at her silently for a moment, without immediately moving.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then fell on the bundle in his hands.

A moment later, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms.

He picked up a bundle in each hand.

The items weren’t heavy, but they were bulky.

Holding them was cumbersome, and they swayed easily while walking.

The servant hurried over, reaching out to take the bundles.

"Sir, let us carry these. It’s too inconvenient for you."

Caleb Shaw raised a hand and gently blocked them, pushing the servant’s hand aside.

"No need, I’ll do it myself."

The servants exchanged glances and had no choice but to step back a few paces, standing in place, not daring to approach again.

This Female Master was at it again; clearly, she could have delegated the task.

Yet she insisted on having the Beast Husband handle these trivial tasks himself.

Previously, Selene Kane even intentionally photographed Caleb Shaw’s awkward figure carrying things.

Posting it online to show off, but the post was deleted almost instantly after being published.

The Royal Family issued an official announcement the same day, explicitly criticizing such behavior as damaging to the family image.

Since then, she had restrained herself somewhat, but her overt and covert antics never ceased.

Meanwhile, the competition at the training grounds drew to a close.

Zane, Evan Sinclair, and Ethan Sinclair had been competing for nearly half an hour.

No one wanted to admit defeat; everyone gritted their teeth, holding on.

Zane’s condition was clearly better than the other two.

In the last burst, he was the first to rush across the finish line, not stopping, directly leaping up the steps.

In a few strides, he was beside Selene Kane, slightly out of breath.

"Female Master, are you heading out?"

Selene Kane looked up at him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

She stood on tiptoe, taking a clean handkerchief from her sleeve to carefully wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Mm, just going out for a bit, there’s something to do."

Zane watched her as she lowered her head.

He instinctively reached out, intending to take the bundle from her hands.

"I can carry your things. Don’t tire yourself out."

Caleb Shaw immediately stepped aside, inserting himself between them.

Zane’s hand paused mid-air, his fingers trembling slightly.

He tensed instinctively, his heart suddenly tightening.

But when he turned and saw Selene Kane standing to the side, watching him with an amused look in her eyes.

He immediately suppressed the upheaval in his heart, forcing himself to calm down.

"You don’t want to?"

Zane stared at Caleb Shaw, his voice low.

His true form had a fishtail, reaching nearly two meters in length.

In human form, he was nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a tall, straight figure.

As they stood there, he was almost level with Caleb Shaw.

The two stood face to face, less than half a step apart, neither retreating.

They locked eyes, their gazes clashing.

No one spoke, no one moved an inch.

Selene Kane finally couldn’t help but squeeze between them.

She rubbed her forehead with one hand, her tone exasperated.

"Alright, enough acting. It’s scorching hot, standing here is pointless, isn’t it?"

She turned to Caleb Shaw, her tone decisive.

"Caleb, you’re coming with me."

Then looked at Zane, her expression calm.

"Zane, you’re staying home. It’s settled. No more arguments."

Having too many males at home is a headache; they constantly want to compete.

She doesn’t have time to be the referee every day.

No one was convinced by anyone; even a slight comment could set off sparks.

Even when she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, they thought she was targeting them.

Besides, she knew it well in her heart.

Zane’s fighting abilities weren’t weak, and although Caleb Shaw had never shown aggression in front of her.

Being able to become a Commander meant his strength was certainly formidable.

If the two really got into a fight, the living room walls probably wouldn’t withstand it, and the floor might crack in several places.

The repair costs would be enough to buy another house.

If these two started fighting, half the house might collapse.

Besides, she wouldn’t know who to stop, and stopping too early meant no one would listen, stopping too late would lead to injured parties hard to account for.

Zane was slightly unwilling, so Selene Kane lifted her foot and kissed him on the face.

The move was so quick that before Zane could react, his cheek was heating up.

His ears turned bright red in an instant, muttering softly.

"Well... you should come back early, I’ll be waiting."

After speaking, he lowered his head, unconsciously fidgeting the hem of his shirt.

Evan Sinclair rolled his eyes and mouthed a curse: "Pretentious!"

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch a split wound, his brow furrowing tightly, muttering a low curse involuntarily.

Ethan Sinclair stood to the side, feeling a pang of jealousy.

He watched Zane’s embarrassed yet happy demeanor after being kissed, a tight discomfort building in his chest.

He subtly touched his own face.

What would it feel like if Selene Kane kissed him too?

Why was Zane, who just arrived, favored right away?

What did they lack compared to him?

They’d been here for a long time, already used to her, and always willing to follow her arrangements.

Caleb Shaw drove personally, Selene Kane sat in the passenger seat.

The window was half-open, wind blowing in and lifting a strand of her hair.

She fumbled with the display screen, quite unfamiliar with it, fiddling with it for a long time.

Finally, she found an address, turning to show it to Caleb Shaw.

The screen’s brightness was glaring, making her squint slightly.

"Let’s go here first."

The corners of her mouth lifted, even her tone brightened a bit.

Caleb Shaw glanced at the address while driving, slightly surprised.

"Female Master, what are we going to a pawnshop for?"

He didn’t ask much, just raised an eyebrow slightly.

His voice was steady, driving what was an ordinary sedan, but gliding smoothly like it was skimming the ground.

The car barely swayed, making turns with the tires silently skimming the ground.

His features were well-defined, high brows, and a straight nose.

His jawline was as if carved by a knife, naturally imposing a cold facade.

Even if he was inwardly puzzled, he still followed her instructions, steadily heading for the destination.

"Let’s sell these things for some cash."

Selene Kane turned to point at the bundle-filled trunk.

"Look, having these things at home, how improper is that?"

She chuckled, her fingers lightly tapping on her lips.

These were originally bought to integrate with them and please them, one by one.

Now, however, they had become evidence of a ’downgrade.’

They couldn’t even be mentioned, let alone placed around.

Her lips were still upturned, but her gaze turned cold for a moment.

Caleb Shaw tilted his face, light skewing in through the window.

Selene Kane couldn’t make out his expression.

The sky outside was somewhat overcast, the clouds hanging low.

Selene Kane’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then shifted away.

"Do you need money?"

Her voice wasn’t loud, carrying a hint of weariness.

She really didn’t lack for it.

Upon marriage, the Beast Husband’s salary card automatically transferred to the Female Master.

Just the card from Caleb Shaw alone was enough for her to live in comfort for life.

The balance on that card was enough for her to buy a penthouse in any city, acquire a private aircraft, even keep a fleet of servants.

The monthly income credited to it far exceeded the annual income of an average female.