The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 80: Not Even This Much Freedom?

She knew Caleb was inside.

The moment the door was pushed open, she immediately saw the figure on the bed.

Caleb had already lost consciousness, his whole body curled up under a military blanket.

His breathing was faint and unsteady, the rise and fall of his chest exceedingly labored.

Selene Kane didn’t say much, she didn’t even have time to take off her coat.

She quickly walked to the bedside and reached out to hold Caleb’s hand.

That hand was frighteningly cold, the fingertips slightly bluish.

She immediately closed her eyes, focused her mind, and slowly released her spiritual power.

These days, Caleb had been running around outside.

His schedule was packed without a moment to breathe.

He personally went to three different galaxies to carry out missions to pacify chaos, dealing with the remnants of the rebel forces.

Then he rushed non-stop to the northern joint base to attend high-level strategic meetings.

He was actually very afraid of Selene Kane making a fuss.

Not afraid of her temper, but afraid he couldn’t bear her closeness.

As long as she was beside him, his heart lost rhythm, and his rationality would slowly crumble.

So, he chose to escape.

Filling every crevice with work, covering inner turmoil with tasks.

As long as he kept moving, he wouldn’t think of her.

As long as he didn’t face her, he wouldn’t lose control.

Whenever he had downtime, his mind was filled with thoughts of her.

Her voice, her laughter, her puffed cheeks when angry, the faint floral scent when she was close.

Especially that night, when she drunkenly stumbled onto his injured leg.

Though it was only a gentle touch, it was etched into his nerves.

The warm sensation seemed to still linger on his skin.

Occasionally resurfacing, leaving him flustered and unsettled, unable to sit still.

By the time he came to, the spaceship had already landed.

The hatch slowly opened, and a cold wind swept in.

He looked at the familiar base entrance outside the cabin, feeling an inexplicable sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He didn’t even know what he was doing, just an instinctive thought crossed his mind.

This time, let’s not argue, consider it a retreat for me.

Consider it an act of humility for a reassuring smile from her.

But as soon as he walked in, he heard the voices of Selene and Zane in conversation.

One was her familiar tone, tinged with a bit of a coquettish lilt.

The other was Zane’s low and gentle response.

In that instant, Caleb’s heart felt like it was being viciously squeezed by something.

He stood at the door, his fingers digging hard into his palm.

He bit his tongue, the taste of blood enveloping his mouth.

He hated himself for being soft, hated that he could be swayed by such a thought.

He was a Commander, a blood-and-iron general commanding thousands of troops.

How could he let his conviction be shaken by a woman’s words?

Yet, he couldn’t remain indifferent.

He was really too tired right now.

Seventy-two straight hours without sleep, his body had long reached its limit.

In the battle with Kael, although the opponent hadn’t aimed to kill, he precisely struck Caleb’s old injury during close combat.

That hit nearly brought him to his knees, and he only managed to hold on to the end of the battle through sheer will.

Upon returning, he refused treatment, allowing only minimal bandaging by the military doctor before diving into new tasks.

Now, his leg injuries had fully erupted, causing muscle atrophy and nerve transmission disorders.

In the short term, it was already somewhat crippled.

When he got off the spaceship, everything went black before his eyes.

He still wanted to hold on, gritting his teeth as he moved forward.

But his legs were uncooperative, his knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground.

There were gasps from the surroundings, but he couldn’t hear them clearly anymore.

His dizziness was severe, and a buzzing in the ears like thunder, his consciousness seemed detached.

Then, he knew nothing. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

In his dream, he was picking fruit.

He stood under a tall fruit tree, carefully picking a shiny red fruit.

He picked them one by one, his movements gentle.

The basket was clean and tidy, with small daisies embroidered on the corners.

Wait, when did he become so sentimental?

Caleb stopped his movements, staring blankly at the basket.

This was unlike something he would do.

He frowned, a peculiar feeling creeping into his heart.

But just then, a small, white, tender hand reached out in front of him.

The fingers were chubby, with rounded tips, plump and small.

The little hand was holding a large red fruit, almost slipping through her fingers.

He instinctively looked up; it was a little girl about three or four years old.

She wore a pale yellow dress, with a baby face, her bright eyes shining, smiling at him innocently.

She stood on tiptoes, pressing the fruit into his hand, and called sweetly.

"Daddy!"

He awoke with a start, his pupils contracting sharply.

The room was quiet, only the faint ticking of the instruments.

He stared at the dim ceiling, his heart pounding like a drum, unable to calm down for a long while.

How could he possibly dream of having a child?

Such a thing was never in his plans.

He had long made a resolute decision, never to have offspring in this lifetime, never to be bound by family and children.

That was someone else’s life, not his.

As a front-line Commander, he had already dedicated himself to missions and responsibilities.

Emotions and reproduction were nothing but luxurious and unnecessary burdens.

The sudden presence beside him tensed his nerves, his body reacting instinctively before his mind.

He raised his right hand sharply, reaching for the gun at his side.

But this time, he didn’t feel the cold grip of a gun.

Instead, he grabbed the collar of the person next to him, effortlessly lifting her whole body up.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Selene Kane, caught off guard, screamed, the sound piercing the silent air as her body swayed mid-air.

Then she lost balance and fell heavily onto him.

Still in shock, she puffed her cheeks in anger and unceremoniously pounded a fist on his chest.

"Why so rough! Are you trying to scare me to death!"

Realizing he had grabbed her, Caleb’s eyes flickered, he quickly released his grip, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he mumbled two words softy: "I’m sorry."

Selene lay on his firm stomach, her face slightly turned, her soft cheek pressed against his warm chest, her voice muffled and drowsy.

"So sleepy... if you’re alright let’s just sleep."

After all, they were husband and wife, and it wasn’t their first time sleeping together.

Though most of the time they stayed in separate rooms.

But after all, they were already bound by name, and physical closeness was not without precedent.

Now it’s so late, the way home was far, and there were tasks tomorrow, why bother?

We can talk tomorrow, resting is the priority now.

Caleb’s body suddenly stiffened.

He lowered his head, his gaze landing on the woman’s face lying on top of him.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, her expression peaceful.

The faint fragrance from her body quietly drifted into his nose, causing his heart to skip rhythm slightly.

"This is the commander’s office, you can’t mess around."

He finally found his voice again.

Selene slowly opened her eyes, lifting her small face to glare at him.

Those watery eyes looked at him, not even fierce.

On the contrary, she appeared sweetly charming, like a pampered kitten throwing a tantrum.

"You are a Commander, yet you don’t even have that bit of freedom?"