The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 70: Of Unknown Origin

Selene Kane raised her head, blinked, and looked bewildered: "Huh? It’s your turn?"

She tilted her head slightly, her tone full of confusion, as if she didn’t understand what he was talking about at all.

Ethan Sinclair immediately looked away, daring not to meet her gaze, but his ears secretly turned red.

He swallowed and lowered his voice several tones.

"It’s just... didn’t you set a rule before that we have to accompany you overnight in turn? The last one was Shaw, according to the order, shouldn’t it be my turn next?"

"I actually don’t want to come at all, but you’re the master, you insist on forcing me, and I can’t resist."

"Since you are our Female Master, even if we are unwilling inside, we have to be at your beck and call."

Selene Kane then remembered, there really was such an old rule.

It was established a long time ago, when the original master controlled the body, to maintain group relations through a rotation system.

She let out a soft "oh," her brows slightly furrowed.

She carefully looked at the bashful, ear-tipped red Ethan Sinclair in front of her, feeling something a bit off.

Previously, this group was fed up with this rule.

Whenever it was someone’s turn, they would either hide or escape, to the point that the original master had to personally capture them and beat them into compliance.

How about now?

Is it because it’s been a long time since she dealt with him, and his skin itches?

Instead, he proactively came to her?

Her gaze changed suddenly, shifting from confusion to scrutiny, carrying some suspicion and examination.

The look seemed to be watching someone with a peculiar fetish.

Ethan Sinclair couldn’t understand the meaning in her eyes, but it was clearly full of distrust and disdain.

He saw it clearly.

It infuriated him!

In the past, she chased after them all the time, sticking onto them like crazy.

Now, he finally opened up and mentioned it voluntarily.

Not only was she not touched, but instead she looked at him with such eyes?

As if he was some vulgar, shameless scoundrel!

"What do you mean? Don’t look at me like that!"

He raised his head sharply, his voice rising, his cheeks flushing red.

Selene Kane lowered her head and glanced at the schedule on her wrist.

Her expression was calm, "You’re not scheduled for today."

With those words, she looked up, gazing at him indifferently.

Ethan Sinclair’s mind went "boom," as if a bolt of lightning exploded in his brain.

His whole face instantly burned red, even his ears couldn’t help but pop out.

He was at a loss, his fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of his clothes, then rigidly letting go.

His legs seemed nailed to the ground, not daring to move an inch.

"I... I’m scheduled after Shaw."

His voice trembled, his lips quivered slightly, trying hard to keep his tone calm.

"Last time it was him, so shouldn’t it be my turn this time? It’s supposed to go by order, isn’t it?"

"Are you intentionally humiliating me?"

He sharply raised his head, his eyes already turning red, stubbornly resisting showing emotion.

"I’m not afraid, I’ll endure it, truly endure it...

The more you do this, the less I’ll let you get your way!"

Selene Kane rolled her eyes, her gaze coldly scanning him.

She said nothing, only gently shook her head.

Then she bypassed him, her steps briskly passing by without the slightest pause.

"I’m tired," her tone was bland, "If you really have a need, solve it yourself. Don’t bother me again."

Ethan Sinclair’s eyes instantly reddened.

His whole body stiffened in place, even his breathing became labored.

His fingers curled slightly, nails embedded in the palm, but he felt no pain.

His ears buzzed, as if the whole world was spinning.

A tear unexpectedly slid down, rolling down his cheek, finally hitting the floor with a "snap."

The sound was crisp enough to make one’s heart tremble.

The young master, so proud that he looked down on everyone.

The heaven-sent child, cherished by all from a young age, not bothering to glance at anyone else, actually cried.

Silent tears fell, increasingly numerous, yet stubbornly not yielding any sobs.

This was the first time in his life he had been so brazenly humiliated.

As a male, the education he received from a young age was.

Mind and body belong to the Female Master, a private belonging, her most loyal partner.

No matter how dissatisfied he was with the relationship.

No matter how many grievances were buried in his heart, he never thought of leaving, nor of turning to another female.

But she...

She could actually say such words as "solve it yourself."

The heart suddenly contracted, as if being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

He finally understood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It wasn’t a misunderstanding, not a momentary feeling, but actual abandonment.

His Female Master, probably no longer wanted him.

Selene Kane turned away and headed to the kitchen, her steps slightly heavy.

She no longer wanted to face Ethan Sinclair’s wounded and stubborn appearance, only wanted to find something to eat to suppress the turmoil within her heart.

She opened the cabinet, glancing at the empty shelves, her brows slightly furrowed.

It seemed Caleb Shaw’s words about "Henry Sheridan inviting them home for dinner" were entirely false.

She muttered to herself, disappointment and sarcasm tinging her voice.

Probably finding it too awkward to stay with her for too long, so he just made up a reason to slip away.

She really didn’t want to drink that nutrient liquid anymore.

She had drunk enough these past few days, although it could fend off hunger for a while, and the body wouldn’t weaken immediately.

But the taste was indescribably unpleasant.

Like rusted metal water mixed with rotted grass, every swallow felt like self-punishment.

Usually used to rice and noodles, simple home-cooked meals, paired with a little stir-fry, were the most reassuring flavors in her memory.

Now suddenly having to be like the mythical immortals, surviving on a bit of water, it was really hard to bear.

After all, the human stomach wasn’t designed for such "high-efficiency energy saving."

Selene Kane walked into the kitchen, carefully searched through cupboards and drawers, finding basically no ingredients inside.

A few bags of expired instant noodles lay lonely in the corner, even the seasoning packets were missing.

But there were plenty of nutrient liquids, neatly stacked on the counter, uniformly packaged, their color deathly pale.

She opened the fridge, cold air hitting her face.

Inside it was scarcely stocked with vegetables and fruits, instead stuffed full of meat.

Whole blocks, bloody, piled layer upon layer.

On top, dark red blood dripped, emitting a faint fishy odor.

"..."

She silently closed the fridge door, leaning against the wall, taking a deep breath, and slowly exhaling.

That’s right, Beastmen still retained a bit of primal instinct.

Eating raw meat wasn’t a big deal for them, even an instinctive enjoyment.

She suddenly understood why Henry Sheridan never cooked anymore.

Selene Kane helplessly rummaged around, the appearance of the meat was quite strange, bizarrely shaped.

Some looked like twisted branches, others like flattened fruits, in various shapes.

At a glance, they seemed of unknown origin.

There was even one resembling a bear paw.

Its surface rough, furry, edges blackened.

Looking eerie and somewhat terrifying.

She subconsciously frowned slightly, carefully avoiding the peculiar parts.

Her eyes meticulously searching through the pile of disordered meat chunks.

Finally, she found a few pieces in the corner that looked fresh and tender, slightly pink, with evenly distributed fat.

They seemed a bit like the beef she’d seen in supermarkets before.

At least they looked clean and edible.