The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 69: It’s My Turn Now

Her actions were without hesitation, as she gently patted its back like soothing a child, her cheek brushing against its soft fur.

The Little Fox was startled by her sudden enthusiasm.

Its limbs curled slightly, but it was reluctant to break free, allowing her to rub it obediently.

The Little Fox was so shy it was pink all over, its ears trembling non-stop, its head burrowing persistently into her embrace.

Those big round eyes were half-open, half-closed.

Its tail swayed restlessly from side to side, the tips lightly brushing against Selene’s arm.

It wanted to speak, but dared not lift its head, only able to hum softly.

Alza squinted his narrow fox eyes, giving her a gentle glare.

That expression was both coquettish and charming.

His amber eyes glimmered under the sunlight.

Selene’s heart skipped a beat at his glare.

She felt a bit more softened.

Selene felt almost boneless, finally understanding why so many people love petting cats.

So this is what it’s like to be soft, fragrant, and captivating with just a look.

Who could possibly resist?

Especially when their pride gives way to snuggling, leaning on you, and their tail wrapping around you.

The warmth that wells up from within is utterly irresistible.

Selene held Alza close.

She couldn’t help but gently tease the fur on his ears with her fingers.

Watching those ears tremble slightly with the touch made her laugh out loud.

She even began to imagine if this Little Fox turned human, would it be just as exquisite and moving?

Her face flushed slightly, thinking, if he turned human and looked at her like that.

Hehe...

Just imagining that scene made her heart race.

In her mind appeared an image of a handsome man in white.

That man’s gaze was gentle, his voice deep, carrying a trace of longing when he called her "Selene."

She involuntarily pursed her lips into a smile, her fingertips unconsciously twirling in Alza’s fur.

Alza hummed a few times, thinking no one could understand.

He tilted his head, muttering softly.

"Selene, don’t always fondle my ears, it tickles... but if you like it, go ahead, I don’t mind."

But he didn’t know, Selene had a hidden skill, she could understand Beast Form language completely.

To others, it sounded like mere "woo woo" or "squeak squeak" sounds.

He had just said, "Selene, I will surely be the Beast Husband you cherish the most."

On the surface, Selene remained composed, but inside, her emotions were already surging wildly.

She hadn’t expected this Little Fox, usually so proud, to say such a thing unintentionally.

For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond, just holding him tighter in her arms.

Looking at the brightly lit villa in the distance, Selene smiled.

The building stood like a golden palace in the night.

And now, she was no longer a weak woman to be manipulated by others.

She had Alza, had secrets, and had the courage to step closer to the truth.

The more chaos, the better.

She whispered softly, her eyes gleaming subtly.

The messier the situation, the more opportunities she had to arrange things in the shadows and seize her chance to rise.

She didn’t need to fight head-on, just to quietly win over hearts and accumulate strength while others fought fiercely.

And when everyone was utterly exhausted.

She would ascend to the highest position with the utmost grace.

Joni, after all, was an outsider.

Hayden Sheridan could never meet her alone.

It was a rule easily understood by perceptive people.

Lord Sheridan never privately received female Outlanders from other races.

Especially an outlander guest with an unclear identity.

She just spoke a few words at the door, put down her things, and left.

It was a box of exquisite ointment, said to alleviate the pain of Beast Form transformation.

As she was leaving, she couldn’t help turning back frequently.

Every glance made her even more reluctant.

She gazed at the tightly closed carved door.

She remembered his appearance last time when he was injured, his brows furrowed tightly, his lips pale, yet he still insisted on not letting anyone come near.

She wanted so badly to rush in and personally apply medicine for him.

Even a moment’s touch would be better than gazing distantly as they did now.

As she turned around, she discovered Selene standing right in front of her, giving her a shock.

That figure’s silent appearance startled Joni, nearly making her drop the box of ointment.

She staggered a step back, her heart pounding, her cheeks burning red in an instant.

"Why do you walk silently like a cat?"

Joni steadied her breathing, complained with feigned calm.

But her voice still trembled slightly.

Selene blinked her eyes, her face innocent.

"You were so absorbed yourself. Seeing you reluctant like that, are you tempted by my Beast Husband? Why not stay the night?"

Her tone was light, a barely noticeable smile on her lips.

Joni’s face instantly flushed.

A female setting her sights on someone else’s Beast Husband would sound so scandalous if it got out.

It would not only be a moral blemish but could also invite the scorn of the entire Beastman populace.

She opened her mouth to explain, but found herself unable to say anything.

In the end, she could only stammer, squeezing out a few words incoherently: "I-I have something to do... got to go!"

With that, she hurriedly turned and practically fled.

Selene actually didn’t care if these Beast Husbands were devoted.

She never yearned for love that lasted a lifetime.

What she desired was control, power, and loyalty that could be utilized in critical moments.

As long as they didn’t betray her or challenge her boundaries.

She was willing to give them freedom and even indulge them.

But she couldn’t tolerate them making moves under her nose.

It was a blatant provocation, a gesture of contempt for her authority.

She could be magnanimous, could play dumb.

But only if they understood the limits.

If anyone dared to flirt or secretly exchange signals right in front of her.

Then they shouldn’t blame her for being ruthless.

If Hayden Sheridan reciprocated her feelings.

She would have long turned a blind eye, allowing them to be ill-fated lovers.

Why watch them flirt and irritate herself?

She wasn’t unreasonable, and understood that emotions couldn’t be coerced.

But the problem was, Hayden Sheridan had shown no interest from the start.

He was cold, distant, not even sparing an extra glance.

So, this game of staying tantalizingly close yet distant.

In her view, it was merely a tedious and annoying farce.

She’d rather they be straightforward, either end it or leave.

No need for these acts of profound affection that only vex her heart.

But forced love doesn’t taste sweet.

She wouldn’t forcibly separate them, much less compel Hayden Sheridan to reluctantly say "I love you" to her daily.

Such emotions were meaningless.

She understood well that true intimacy wasn’t maintained by force but was a natural outflow from the heart.

She gently placed Alza down.

She squatted, asking with a soft voice: "Can you still hang on? You look a bit pale. Do you want me to arrange a room for you to rest?"

Alza rubbed against her ankle.

He looked up at her, eyes filled with bits of dependence and affection, sticking to her, not showing any intention to leave.

Just then, Ethan Sinclair suddenly emerged from the corridor corner.

His hands were in his pockets, with hurried steps, his face laden with urgency and discontent.

He glared at Selene and Alza, his eyes almost spitting fire, gritting his teeth, "Hey, female, it’s my turn today!"