The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 44: Sorry to Have Frightened You

He usually wears his uniform, only occasionally changing into casual clothes when he returns home.

It’s not that he dislikes casual clothes, but rather because clothing signifies identity.

Every time he puts it on, he is particularly cautious.

Not because he’s afraid of being gossiped about, but because he’s afraid of being hurt by her words.

She once joked that he looked like he was acting when he wore clothes.

After that remark, he didn’t wear them for three whole days.

He wasn’t angry, but felt that if she saw it that way.

Then the uniform on him lost its original meaning.

Selene Kane knocked on the car door, a smile curling up at her lips.

"Time to work."

The wind lifted her strands of hair.

She raised her hand casually to brush them back, her movements swift and without unnecessary delay.

The two large bags in the back were personally chosen by her.

All old clothes cleared out during the seasonal change, occupying space in the storage room.

Some were bought last year and only worn once.

Some collars were distorted, some buttons loosened, and some cuffs frayed.

She checked each piece, confirmed they couldn’t be worn again, then decided to dispose of them.

It’s not that she couldn’t bear to part with them, rather keeping them was useless.

Left too long, they become moldy, but throwing them away felt like a waste.

Weighing it carefully, taking them away was the more worry-free option.

In the main city, Beastmen wear clothes.

Nobles dress with refinement, golden embroidered edges, complex designs, and exquisite materials.

Some coats require half a month’s customization, some dresses need hundreds of hand-stitched needles.

Fabrics are often shipped from abroad, costing a fortune.

But very few can actually wear them comfortably.

The sizes are wrong, shoulders too narrow, waist too wide, and the fabric creaks as they walk.

Some people wear ill-fitting clothes to parties just to hold up appearances, struggling even to sit down.

Most lower-class Beastmen hunt their own animals, skin them, and wrap the hides around.

If they hunt deer, they use deer hide; if wolves, wolf hide.

The hides aren’t tanned, giving off a pungent odor, and over time they harden and crack.

Warm in winter, stifling in summer.

Some stitch a few threads to tuck hides over their shoulders, without even sleeves.

Arms exposed, facilitating movement but looking crude.

Especially those in the slums.

So starved that their appearance is the least of their concerns.

Running daily for food, and just having a hot soup is already fortunate.

Selling everything to buy a cotton dress, dull in color.

Walk outside a few steps and it’s stained with mud, dried by the wind.

On top of that, claws can’t be concealed, with a light grasp tearing the fabric into strips.

Repairing it is futile, they simply wear it as is.

Selene Kane originally thought of throwing these clothes away.

But after thinking it through, selling them for some money was more practical.

The second-hand marketplace has stalls dedicated to collecting old clothes, priced by weight.

Not worth much, but small amounts add up.

She kept meticulous accounts, aware of every expenditure.

Never wasting what can be saved, never missing an opportunity to earn.

These clothes at least could buy a few meals, so why not?

Caleb Shaw lowered his head, bent over, and climbed into the car to grab the package.

Right hand steadying the car door frame, left leg stepping in first, reaching for the parcel in the back seat.

He stood over a meter ninety.

His forehead nearly brushed the roof, but he paid no attention, focused solely on his actions.

Just as he leaned forward, Selene Kane felt a sudden jolt of unease.

She didn’t see anyone or hear footsteps, but her instincts were warning her.

Just as she was contemplating, the sound of air being pierced reached her ears.

"Watch out!"

She shouted suddenly, her voice sharp.

At the same time, she instinctively rushed forward, forcefully shoving Caleb Shaw’s shoulder aside.

Caleb Shaw staggered, losing balance, tumbling sideways.

A bullet grazed past Caleb Shaw’s face.

With a "whap" sound, it nailed the car wall, embedding in the metal layer, its tail still subtly vibrating.

Where the bullet passed, it left a thin, long scratch.

On his cheek, it left a shallow red mark, skin abrased, seeping tiny beads of blood.

The surroundings instantly fell into chaos, males protecting their partners and scattering to evade.

"Why is there gunfire?"

Firearms are strictly prohibited in the main city, violators severely punished.

Patrols are frequent, security strict.

Such incidents rarely occur, but once they do, they cause a chain reaction.

People instinctively reached for their communicators, ready to report.

Someone had already dialed the emergency channel, quickly reporting location and situation.

"Quick, protect the females!"

A low growl came from the rear of the crowd.

It was the nearby patrol officer, wielding an electric baton, swiftly rushing to the scene.

Running and repeatedly shouting commands.

Behind him, two colleagues were already in position, one sealing off the entrance, the other deploying a defensive formation.

They reacted promptly, swiftly controlling the scene.

Caleb Shaw only hesitated slightly before quickly lowering his stance, holding the ground with his left hand to stabilize.

The danger wasn’t yet over; priority was ensuring safety.

He quickly pulled Selene Kane, who was still stunned, into the car.

Her body yanked forward, she fell onto the back seat.

He immediately climbed in, knee bracing the inside of the car door, kicking the door shut.

The door slammed shut, sealing off the noise outside.

He swiftly drew his sidearm, aiming in the direction the bullet came from.

Arm steady, wrist without a tremor, slightly lifting the muzzle by half an inch.

His gaze scanned the surroundings quickly.

Within seconds, he’d locked onto the target, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The gunfire echoed down the alley, the bullet pierced through the air, hitting the target’s shoulder.

The figure hidden behind an old container shook violently.

Then lost balance, crashing heavily to the ground.

Dust around startled awake.

Air thick with metallic and gunpowder scent.

"Ugh!"

An inconspicuous Beastman fell on cue.

His right hand holding the gun could no longer lift.

His eyes widened, unprepared for an attack to be countered so swiftly.

Silence enveloped the surroundings.

The sequence happened too fast; by the time Selene Kane realized her actions, she was already held by Caleb Shaw.

Her body still leaned forward.

Everything before her seemed to slow down several times.

Only when Caleb Shaw’s warmth reached her did she grasp what had occurred.

"Female Master, I apologize for startling you."

Caleb Shaw’s voice deep, tone calm.

His feelings were complex.

He was saved by her?

The thought seemed absurd as it crossed his mind.

Selene Kane used to be just a timid Rabbit Clan female, always hiding behind them, trembling.

Retreating at even minor disputes, even fearing to speak up.

She’s accustomed to bowing her head, accustomed to compliance.

But now, she was the first to sense danger in a crisis, decisively pushing him aside.

Even without her, with his skills he could easily evade a regular bullet.

His reaction speed, combat experience, and physical quality suffice for handling such an assault.

Yet he had to admit, without her early warning and push.

He’d take a few tenths of a second more to respond.

Those seconds in some situations can decide life or death.

But at this moment, his heart was slightly shaken.