The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 53: Living Together

His voice was as light as a dream.

The room was permeated year-round with the strong smell of herbs, bitter and acrid.

Because he was plagued by old ailments, his sense of smell had long become dull.

Only now, being so close, with his face against her neck.

A tremendous joy surged up like a tide, making him dizzy.

Unable to control himself, he suddenly tightened his arms, almost wanting to merge her into his bones and blood, his voice shattered and chaotic, tinged with sobs: "I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Selene, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have doubted you, shouldn’t have said you forgot me... shouldn’t have said you’ve changed... Just being able to see me, letting me hold you once more, I’m already... already so happy I could cry... really... really..."

His tears slid silently, soaking her collar, yet he refused to let go.

Selene Kane sighed, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

Her fingers were cold, knuckles pale.

She looked at him, her gaze calm as water, softly asking: "Have you been living alone all these years?"

"After all, you’re just a male, struggling through each frenzy alone without a female’s protection, it must have been tough, right?"

Her voice was gentle, as if afraid to disturb something, yet with a touch of undeniable concern.

Alza stared blankly at her, his eyes gradually reddening.

A thin layer of moisture surfaced in his pupils.

His lips moved, his voice almost inaudible: "Selene... I’m really not dirty."

"I’ve never let any other female near me, not even at my most uncontrolled moments, never allowed anyone to touch me."

His voice grew softer, yet remarkably clear.

"Every time I went mad, I would only bite myself, enduring it all... In my heart, from beginning to end, there’s only been room for you."

He raised his arm, fingers trembling a bit, slowly rolling up the sleeve of his left arm bit by bit.

As the fabric lifted, his entire arm was exposed under the dim light.

Densely packed bite marks were immediately visible, varying in depth, overlapped layer by layer.

The old wounds had already scabbed over, the color turning white.

"Everything I’m saying is true."

His voice carried a trace of a sob, yet he still looked at her stubbornly, "Can you... believe me once? Just this once... I’ve never wronged you, not from the start."

His wrist was shockingly slender, even thinner than Selene Kane’s by a circle.

His skin, pale as snow, was without any vitality, emanating a sickly pallor from being curled up in dark corners for a long time.

Selene Kane’s heart was suddenly gripped hard by something, that feeling so complex it was indescribable.

Was it heartache?

Guilt?

Or self-reproach for having once ignored all of this?

She frowned.

"I only ever provided you with some psychological counseling, which was just within the scope of my profession; I didn’t give you anything special... so why go to such lengths for me?"

The moment her words fell, Alza’s body suddenly stiffened.

His face instantly lost the last bit of color.

He seemed drained of all energy as his knees buckled, heavily collapsing to the edge of the bed.

He hung his head low, his fringe obscuring his eyes.

The hint of a smile he had tried to raise also froze on his face.

"Is that so..."

He murmured, his voice so soft it was almost like a sigh.

"I’m sorry, I was too presumptuous, I disturbed you."

The room fell into a brief dead silence.

Just the edge of the curtain being gently lifted by the night breeze, swaying silently.

Caleb Shaw stood in the shadow by the door, his figure tall and face stern.

His eyesight was excellent, even in this dim night, he could see every detail in the room clearly.

He watched the scars on Alza’s arm with his own eyes.

Watched Selene Kane’s seemingly calm yet undeniably shaken gaze.

Also heard Alza’s almost humble confession.

At this point, he couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

"Once a male accepts a female’s spiritual calm, it’s as if acknowledging her as the sole partner at the deepest level of his soul."

His tone carried a bit of mockery, yet was absolutely certain.

"From that moment on, her scent will be imprinted in his brain, leaving no room for another female after that. It’s a biological instinct, not something one can break free from."

He once thought this female was at least decent, with no bad intentions.

Now it seemed, she was just someone who shirked responsibility without even realizing it.

She talked about helping, yet completely disregarded the consequences, washing her hands of everything.

What was more infuriating was that she didn’t even feel a shred of guilt.

A male without a partner is naturally subjected to gossip.

The way she treated it so lightly was essentially pushing the person toward ruin.

In this world, a single male not only struggles to survive but is also seen as an outlier, enduring countless glares and exclusion.

If then abandoned by a partner, it almost equates to social death.

She casually ended a relationship with a few words, potentially ruining someone’s future.

Such disregard is not innocence, it is selfishness.

Selene Kane did not become angry due to Caleb Shaw’s hostile tone.

She truly froze, a hint of bewilderment appearing on her face.

Before, being able to eat was good enough, where was the time to understand all these rules?

In the days in the slums, she ran around every day just for three meals; surviving was already lucky enough, where would she have the energy to comprehend "contract marriage" or "spouse responsibilities"?

Shortly after awakening, she was paired with Caleb Shaw, completely unaware there was such an iron rule in this line.

She hadn’t even figured out the rules of the "matching system".

Everything came too fast, too suddenly, she could only brace herself and take one step at a time.

And at that time, agreeing to marry Alza, wasn’t it because he was the most good-looking?

She had just passed the awakening test, assigned to the High Rank circle, for the first time in her life having a choice.

And when Alza’s photo was presented to her, that face was like a foxfire under the moon, dazzling her eyes.

She never thought much about responsibilities, consequences, just agreed based on instinct.

Claire Joyce’s face was ugly enough, even calling her a vixen would be an insult to vixens.

But Alza was different, his eyes were charmingly cunning.

The tails of his eyes were slightly raised, lip line supple.

The bridge of his nose, high and straight, contours clear, even the tips of his ears had a faint allure.

He was the type that with just one glance, your heart would skip a beat.

Single-handedly raising the aesthetic bar of the entire Fox Clan.

The young generation of the Fox Clan alongside him instantly dimmed by comparison.

For a moment, Selene Kane didn’t know how to face the person before her.

Alza stood in front of her, eyes clear.

A strange sense of guilt arose in her heart.

Thinking it over, she had power and position now, not lacking a bite to eat, might as well keep him as an extra pet.

After all, her mansion wasn’t short on space; having one more person eating wouldn’t even require extra effort in the kitchen.

Keeping him was better than having him wander outside, getting bullied.

"It’s okay, don’t be sad."

Her tone softened, gently patting his shoulder.

"I came this time to take you away."

She paused, her voice carrying a calming intention.

"From now on, we’ll live together."